"I cannot describe her features, for she was heavily veiled;
neither can I describe her figure except to say that she is tall
and slender. But her dress I remember to the last detail, though I
am not usually so observant. She wore purple; not an old woman's
purple, but a soft shade which did not take from her youth. There
was something floating round her shoulders of the same colour, and
on her arms were long gloves such as you see our young ladies
wear. The child did not seem to belong to her, though she held her
tightly by the hand. I mean by that, that its clothes were of a
coarser material than hers and perhaps were a little soiled. If
the child wore a hat, I do not remember it. In age it appeared to
be about six--or that was the impression I received before--"

The sergeant, who had been watching the speaker very closely,
leaned forward with a hasty, inquiring glance expressive of
something like consternation. Was the judge falling again into
unconsciousness? Was he destined to witness in this solitary
meeting a return of the phenomenon which had so startled the
intruding populace that morning?

No, or if he had been witness to something of the kind, it was for
a moment only; for the eyes which had gone blank had turned his
way again, and only a disconnected expression which fell from the
judge's lips, showed that his mind had been wandering.

"It's not the same but another one; that's all."

Inconsequent words, but the sergeant meant to remember them, for
with their utterance, a change passed over the judge; and his
manner, which had been constrained and hurried during his