“At the boathouse, Marian. I went out, as you know, to find my brooch, and I walked along the path through the plantation, looking down on the ground carefully at every step. In that way I got on, after a long time, to the boathouse, and as soon as I was inside it, I went on my knees to hunt over the floor. I was still searching with my back to the doorway, when I heard a soft, strange voice behind me say, ‘Miss Fairlie.’ ”

“Miss Fairlie!”

“Yes, my old name⁠—the dear, familiar name that I thought I had parted from forever. I started up⁠—not frightened, the voice was too kind and gentle to frighten anybody⁠—but very much surprised. There, looking at me from the doorway, stood a woman, whose face I never remembered to have seen before⁠—”

“How was she dressed?”