“Just facing us. She has her back against the railings.”
“Oh, ay, I see now; a lady in a cloak. She must be waiting for some one.”
“Why do you call her a lady?”
“She looks like one—as far as I can see in the gloom. Does she not? Her hair does, any way.”
“She has been there I cannot tell you how long, Philip; half-an-hour, I’m sure; and it seems to me that she is watching this house. A lady would hardly do that.”
“This house? Oh, then, Eliza, perhaps she’s watching for one of the servants. She might come in, poor thing, instead of standing there in the rain.”
“Poor thing, indeed!—what business has any woman to watch a house in this marked manner?” retorted Eliza. “The neighbourhood will be taking her for a female detective.”
“Nonsense!”
“She has given me a creepy feeling; I can tell you that, Philip.”
“But why?” he exclaimed.