"I'm not sorry to see the rain; we shall have it warmer now," remarked Mr. Hamlyn, who had drawn a chair to the fire. "In fact, it's much warmer already than it was this morning."
"Philip, step here a minute."
His wife's tone had dropped to a half-whisper, sounding rather mysterious, and he went at once.
"Just look, Philip—opposite. Do you see a woman standing there?"
"A woman—where?" cried he, looking of course in every direction but the right one.
"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 someone."
"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."