"I am growing more and more unequal to the task I have set myself. It is so cold, so dark, my senses are so benumbed, and the gloom upon me is so dreadful.
"The lady was young, engaging, and handsome, but not marked for long life.
She was in great agitation.
She presented herself to me as the wife of the Marquis St.
Evremonde.
I connected the title by which the boy had addressed the elder brother, with the initial letter embroidered on the scarf, and had no difficulty in arriving at the conclusion that I had seen that nobleman very lately.
"My memory is still accurate, but I cannot write the words of our conversation.
I suspect that I am watched more closely than I was, and I know not at what times I may be watched.
She had in part suspected, and in part discovered, the main facts of the cruel story, of her husband's share in it, and my being resorted to.
She did not know that the girl was dead.