Miss Chressham entered from the bedchamber.
"Hush! my lady sleeps."
"Susannah, those pictures; can you live with them?"
"My lord did not live to reach that final scene," answered Susannah; "so, they do not frighten me but make me thankful."
She glanced at that last plate with its Bedlam horrors, then again at Selina.
"My dear, you look ill," she said, a little wildly. "Can you face it?"
"Yes, ah, yes; I am ready."
She picked up her gloves, and they left the room and house.
It was a beautiful afternoon, of a mild splendour that touched and transfigured even the dull colourless street into a gracious warmth of pale magnificence; the sky was faintly coloured, but of a clear blue, the clouds were delicate but of a pure gold tint, the brick fronts of the houses glowed in the sun that dwelt on the plane-trees and the few flowers in the gardens, covering them with a wistful glory.