Lucia smiled a very miserable kind of smile.
"Yes," she answered, "it was unfortunate, but it was only a little giddiness."
And there she broke off to listen to the sound of wheels which stopped at the gate.
It was Maurice; and at the sight of him Lucia felt strong again. She rose and met him as he came towards her.
"I have got a carriage," he said. "We had walked too far. Can you go to it?"
She could find nothing to say in answer. He made her lean on his arm, and took her across the court and put her into the vehicle.
"Would you rather go alone?" he asked her.
"Oh! no, no," she cried nervously, and in a minute afterwards they were on their way homewards.
When they had started, she put her hand to her head confusedly.
"Is not it strange?" she said half to herself. "I was sure we should meet in Paris; only I never guessed it would be to-day. Across a grave, that was right."