Of what nature could it
be?
"I don't understand you," she said, after evidently trying hard,
and trying in vain, to discover the meaning of the words I had
last said to her.
"Never mind," I answered. "Let us go on with what we were talking
about. Tell me how long you stayed with Mrs. Clements in London,
and how you came here."
"How long?" she repeated. "I stayed with Mrs. Clements till we
both came to this place, two days ago."
"You are living in the village, then?" I said. "It is strange I
should not have heard of you, though you have only been here two
days."
"No, no, not in the village. Three miles away at a farm. Do you
know the farm? They call it Todd's Corner."
I remembered the place perfectly--we had often passed by it in our
drives. It was one of the oldest farms in the neighbourhood,
situated in a solitary, sheltered spot, inland at the junction of
two hills.
"They are relations of Mrs. Clements at Todd's Corner," she went
on, "and they had often asked her to go and see them. She said
she would go, and take me with her, for the quiet and the fresh
air. It was very kind, was it not? I would have gone anywhere to
be quiet, and safe, and out of the way.
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