They sat so for a little time; Fleda hoping that her aunt would by degrees come to the point herself. The tea stood cooling on the table, not even offered; not wanted there.
"Wouldn't you feel better if you told me, dear aunt Lucy?" said Fleda, when they had been for a little while perfectly still. Even the moaning had ceased.
"Is your uncle come home?" whispered Mrs. Rossitur, but so low that Fleda could but half catch the words.
"Not yet."
"What o'clock is it?"
"I don't know not early it must be near eight. Why?"
"You have not heard anything of him?"
"No nothing."
There was silence again for a little, and then Mrs. Rossitur said in a low, fearful whisper
"Have you seen anybody round the house?"