Rebecca went back to her chamber and kept her lamp burning all night.
The next morning her eyes upon Mrs. Dent were wary and blazing with suppressed excitement. She kept opening her mouth as if to speak, then frowning, and setting her lips hard. After breakfast she went upstairs, and came down presently with her coat and bonnet.
"Now, Emeline," she said, "I want to know where the Slocums live."
Mrs. Dent gave a strange, long, half-lidded glance at her. She was finishing her coffee.
"Why?" she asked.
"I'm going over there and find out if they have heard anything from her daughter and Agnes since they went away. I don't like what I heard last night."
"You must have been dreaming."
"It don't make any odds whether I was or not. Does she play 'The Maiden's Prayer' on the piano? I want to know."
"What if she does? She plays it a little, I believe. I don't know. She don't half play it, anyhow; she ain't got an ear."
"That wasn't half played last night. I don't like such things happening. I ain't superstitious, but I don't like it. I'm going. Where do the Slocums live?"