To my surprise, however, I found that I had again been the only sufferer.  Indeed, so impressed were most of the party with the quiet in which their night had been passed, that they boldly declared my storm to have been the creature of my dreams.  There is nothing more annoying when you feel yourself aggrieved by fate than to be told that your troubles have originated in your own fancy; so I dropped the subject.  Though the discussion spread for a few minutes round the whole table, Alan took no part in it.  Neither did George, except for what I thought a rather unnecessarily rough expression of his disbelief in the cause of my night’s disturbance.  As we rose from breakfast I saw Alan glance towards his brother, and make a movement, evidently with the purpose of speaking to him.  Whether or not George was aware of the look or action, I cannot say; but at the same moment he made rapidly across the room to where one of his principal guests was standing, and at once engaged him in conversation.  So earnestly and so volubly was he borne on, that they were still talking together when we ladies appeared again some minutes later, prepared for our walk to church.  That was not the only occasion during the day on which I witnessed as I thought the same by-play going on.  Again and again Alan appeared to be making efforts to engage George in private conversation, and again and again the latter successfully eluded him.

The church was about a mile away from the house, and as Lucy did not like having the carriages out on a Sunday, one service a week as a rule contented the household.  In the afternoon we took the usual Sunday walk.  On returning from it, I had just taken off my outdoor things, and was issuing from my bedroom, when I found myself face to face with Alan.  He was coming out of George’s study, and had succeeded apparently in obtaining that interview for which he had been all day seeking.  One glance at his face told me what its nature had been.  We paused opposite each other for a moment, and he looked at me earnestly.

“Are you going to church?” he inquired at last, abruptly.

“No,” I answered, with some surprise.  “I did not know that any one was going this evening.”

“Will you come with me?”

“Yes, certainly; if you don’t mind waiting a moment for me to put my things on.”

“There’s plenty of time,” he answered; “meet me in the hall.”

A few minutes later we started.

It was a calm, cloudless night, and although the moon was not yet half-full, and already past her meridian, she filled the clear air with gentle light.  Not a word broke our silence.  Alan walked hurriedly, looking straight before him, his head upright, his lips twitching nervously, while every now and then a half-uttered moan escaped unconsciously from between them.  At last I could bear it no longer, and burst forth with the first remark which occurred to me.  We were passing a big, black, queer-shaped stone standing in rather a lonely uncultivated spot at one end of the garden.  It was an old acquaintance of my childhood; but my thoughts had been turned towards it now from the fact that I could see it from my bedroom window, and had been struck afresh by its uncouth, incongruous appearance.