“Let us go up to the house,” he said. “Come, Vere.”
He had a sudden wish to take her into the house. But she remained where she was.
“Could it have been fancy, Monsieur Emile?”
“No doubt.”
Her eyes were intensely grave, almost frightened.
“But—just look, will you? Perhaps there really is somebody.”
“Where? It’s so dark.”
Artois hesitated; but Vere’s face was full of resolution, and he turned reluctantly to obey her. As he did so there came to them both through the dark the sound of a woman crying and sobbing convulsively.
“What is it? Oh, who can it be?” Vere cried out.
She went swiftly towards the sound.