"As it was told to me. She is dead."
"Dead! Mr. Haines?"
"Yes, murdered. As I saw it in the vision, so it is."
Mrs. Carruth looked at Mr. Haines as if she felt that he had a somewhat singular method of imparting information--especially of such a peculiar kind.
"If what you say is correct, you have such a queer way of putting things. I never can quite make you out. I need not tell you how sorry I am."
"You have cause for sorrow. The grief is about half yours."
"Half mine? What do you mean?"
"I have loved you, true and faithful, since the first time I set eyes on you. Before ever Daniel did."
The sudden change of subject seemed, not unnaturally, to take the lady aback.
"What nonsense are you talking? What did you mean by saying the grief's half mine?"