One fine night the moon was so brilliant that
after I quitted Mr. D'Arcy I stole out of the side door into the
garden, a favourite place of mine, for old English flowers were mixed
with apple trees and pear trees. I was strolling about the garden,
thinking over a thousand things connected with you, and myself, and
Mr. D'Arcy, when I saw stooping over a flower-bed the figure of a
tall woman. I could scarcely believe my eyes, for I had all the while
supposed that, excepting Mr. D'Arcy, myself, and Mrs. Titwing, the
servants were the only occupants of the place. I turned away, and
walked silently through the little wicket into what is called the
home close. As I pondered over the incident, I recalled certain
things which singly had produced no effect on my mind, but which now
fitted in with each other, and seemed to open up vistas of mystery
and suspicion. Mysterious looks and gestures on the faces of the
servants pointed to there being some secret that was to be kept from
me. I had not given much heed to these things, but now I could not
help connecting them with the appearance of the tall woman in the
garden.
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