“Don’t be frightened,” I said. “Surely you remember me?”

I stopped while I spoke⁠—then advanced a few steps gently⁠—then stopped again⁠—and so approached by little and little till I was close to her. If there had been any doubt still left in my mind, it must have been now set at rest. There, speaking affrightedly for itself⁠—there was the same face confronting me over Mrs. Fairlie’s grave which had first looked into mine on the high road by night.

“You remember me?” I said. “We met very late, and I helped you to find the way to London. Surely you have not forgotten that?”

Her features relaxed, and she drew a heavy breath of relief. I saw the new life of recognition stirring slowly under the deathlike stillness which fear had set on her face.