"Suppose I were to tell you it was not Mrs. Chandos you saw?"
"But it was Mrs. Chandos, sir; I am sure of it. I recognised her in spite of her hanging hair, and I also recognised her voice."
"You are equally sure, I presume, that it was myself?"
"Of course I am, sir. Why, did you not speak to me at my door afterwards?"
Could I have been mistaken in thinking that a great relief came over his face?
"Ah, yes," he continued after a pause, while his gaze went out into the far distance, "Mrs. Chandos is one of our troubles. She is not in good health, and has disturbed us before in the same manner. The fact is, she is what is called nervous; meaning that she is not so collected at times as she ought to be. I am very sorry you were disturbed."
"Pray don't think anything of that, sir. She feels strange, perhaps, now Mrs. Freeman is gone."
"Yes, that is it. But it has very much upset my mother."
"I fancied yesterday evening that Mrs. Chandos was not quite right; though, perhaps, I ought not to repeat it. Her manner was a little wild."
"Yesterday evening! When did you see her yesterday evening?"