Denys held up the little basket of grapes Charlie had given her.
"I will take these in to Mrs. Lyon while you are gone," she said.
She tapped softly at Mrs. Lyon's door, and before any answer came, the woman with whom she had left her note on the previous day, opened her kitchen door with a scared look in her face.
"Oh, Miss!" she said. "Oh, Miss! don't tell any one, but she's gone! Poor dear, she's gone!"
"Gone!" echoed Denys.
The woman burst into low, restrained weeping.
"The visitors mustn't know," she sobbed. "They are afraid of death, but I've been longing and hoping for you all day, Miss. Poor dear, poor dear, she died last night."