I spoke distinctly, so that Anne Catherick might hear and understand me, and I saw that the words and their meaning had reached her.

`Yes, yes,' she said -- `he was good to me once -- he helped me --' She whispered the rest into her friend's ear.

`Strange, indeed!' said Mrs Clements, with a look of perplexity. `It makes all the difference, though. I'm sorry I spoke so rough to you, sir; but you must own that appearances looked suspicious to a stranger. It's more my fault than yours, for humouring her whims, and letting her be alone in such a place as this. Come, my dear -- come home now.'

I thought the good woman looked a little uneasy at the prospect of the walk back, and I offered to go with them until they were both within sight of home. Mrs Clements thanked me civilly, and declined. She said they were sure to meet some of the farm-labourers as soon as they got to the moor.

`Try to forgive me,' I said, when Anne Catherick took her friend's arm to go away. Innocent as I had been of any intention to terrify and agitate her, my heart smote me as I looked at the poor, pale, frightened face.

`I will try,' she answered. `But you know too much -- I'm afraid you'll always frighten me now.'

Mrs Clements glanced at me, and shook her head pityingly.

`Good-night, sir,' she said. `You couldn't help it, I know; but I wish it was me you had frightened, and not her.'

They moved away a few steps. I thought they had left me, but Anne suddenly stopped, and separated herself from her friend.

`Wait a little,' she said. `I must say good-bye.'

She returned to the grave, rested both hands tenderly on the marble cross, and kissed it.

`I'm better now,' she sighed, looking up at me quietly. `I forgive you.'

She joined her companion again, and they left the burial-ground. I saw them stop near the church and speak to the sexton's wife, who had come from the cottage, and had waited, watching us from a distance. Then they went on again up the path that led to the moor. I looked after Anne Catherick as she disappeared, till all trace of her had faded in the twilight -- looked as anxiously and sorrowfully as if that was the last I was to see in this weary world of the woman in white.