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 ''dark silk, which has originally been handsome, but is now somewhat worn and shabby. A woollen shawl over her shoulders.''

''She sits for a time erect and immovable at her crochet. Then the bells of a passing sledge are heard.''

[Listens; her eyes sparkle with gladness and she involuntarily whispers.] Erhart! At last! [''She rises and draws the curtain a little aside to look out. Appears disappointed, and sits down to her work again, on the sofa. Presently enters from the hall with a visiting card on a small tray.''

[Quickly.] Has Mr. Erhart come after all?

No, ma'am. But there's a lady

[Laying aside her crochet.] Oh, Mrs. Wilton, I suppose

[Approaching.] No, it's a strange lady