Lawford took a deep breath, and quietly faced her again. 'In the
old churchyard, Widderstone; I was looking at--at the
gravestones.'

'A fit; in the old churchyard, Widderstone--you were "looking at
the gravestones"?'

Lawford shut his mouth. 'I suppose so--a fit,' he said presently.
'My heart went a little queer, and I sat down and fell into a
kind of doze--a stupor, I suppose. I don't remember anything
more. And then I woke; like this.'

'How do you know?'

'How do I know what?'

'"Like that"?'

He turned slowly towards the looking-glass. 'Why, here I am!'

She gazed at him steadily; and a hard, incredulous, almost
cunning glint came into her wide blue eyes. She took up the key
carelessly, glanced at it; glanced at him. 'It has made me--I
mean the first shock, you know--it has made me a little faint.'
She walked slowly, deliberately to the door, and unlocked it.
'I'll get a little sal volatile.' She softly drew out the key,
and without once removing her eyes from his face, opened the door
and pushed the key noiselessly in on the other side. 'Please stay
there; I won't be a minute.'