“Seen what, sir?”
“A face pass for an instant across yon window.”
“That now open?”
“Yes—the sun shines upon it as you see, and across the open space there slowly passed a face. You saw it?”
“I did not, sir.”
“You are sure?”
“Quite.”
“Then fancy must be torturing me. ’Tis very strange that she—she whom I scarce think of should be the vision to haunt me. You are sure you saw no one pass that window?”
“At the moment my eye might not have been cast in that direction,” said Albert “but certainly I saw no one.”
“True you might not have been looking; but neither was I, and yet my eyes were lifted as if by some invisible hand, and then I saw a face—that—that—I fear now I shall often conjure up.”