The lady played in the same manner as before, softly and
solemnly, and while she played the shadows deepened in the
room. The autumn twilight gathered in, and from her place
Isabel could see the rain, which had now begun in earnest,
washing the cold-looking lawn and the wind shaking the great
trees. At last, when the music had ceased, her companion got
up and, coming nearer with a smile, before Isabel had time to
thank her again, said: ‘I’m very glad you’ve come back; I’ve
heard a great deal about you.’