"What has she talked about to-night?"
"She has said very little."
"Tell me something that she has said, immediately"; and he looked fearfully agitated.
"What has happened?" I asked; and again I caught at the hangings which concealed the fearful thing that he had seen.
"Answer me!" Two words only, but tremendously uttered.
"She asked me if I liked the tower in the church-yard," I said.
"You told her what?"
"That I did like it."
"Has she seemed worried about anything?" and Mr. Axtell threw up a window-sash, letting the cold March wind into this room of sickness. As he did so, I lifted the folds that the wind rudely swayed. Miss Axtell was not there.
He turned around. I stood speechless.