"But omens come occasionally to some persons."
"I have read and heard so."
"Gideon, one has come to me; it may foreshadow my death. I have seen the dead."
Gideon Rowe made no comment upon this, but went to the end of the veranda, and called "Margaret!"
Margaret--our Margaret--herself appeared, simply dressed. She approached Mr. Weston, with a serious expression on her beautiful face.
"It is you," he exclaimed, gazing at her in wonder.
"Yes," she said, "poor Philip was my husband."
"Why did you not tell me this before, Margaret?"
"I had my reasons. I was not sure that I could trust you."
"Margaret," interposed Gideon Rowe, "Mr. Weston wishes to hear the particulars of our poor boy's death; I promised that you should tell him."