The old woman looked round at the sound of her voice. Constance went into the conservatory and again asked:
"Aren't you cold, Mummie?"
The old woman heard her this time; and Constance stooped over her and kissed the waxen forehead.
"It's blowing," said the old woman.
"Yes, it's blowing like anything!" said Constance. "You don't feel cold?"
The old woman smiled, with her eyes in her daughter's.
"Won't you rather come and sit inside, Mamma?"
But the old woman only smiled and said:
"The trees are waving from side to side; and just now a branch fell ... right in front of the window."
"Yes. Harm'll have plenty of work to-morrow. There are branches lying all over the place."