"That face—the lady in the carriage. Did you see it?"
"No, grandmother; I was looking at you. It seemed as if the horses would trample you down."
The old woman listened, evidently without comprehending. Her eyes were wild, and her manner energetic.
"Where is your grandfather?—I must tell him. It was her face!"
"Whose face, grandmother?"
"Whose! Why, did you not see?" The old woman seemed all at once to recollect herself. "But how should you know—you, my poor child, who never had a mother?"
"Oh! grandmother, has trouble driven you wild?" cried the poor girl, struck with new terror, for there was something almost insane in the woman's look.
"No, I am not wild; but it was her—see how I tremble. Could anything else make me tremble so?"
"I have been trembling all the morning," said Julia.