`Didyouhearanybodycallingafterus？’sheasked，lookingupanddowntheroadaffrightedly，theinstantIstopped。
`No，no。IwasonlystruckbythenameofLimmeridgeHouse。IhearditmentionedbysomeCumberlandpeopleafewdayssince。’
`Ah！notmypeople。MrsFairlieisdead；andherhusbandisdead；andtheirlittlegirlmaybemarriedandgoneawaybythistime。Ican’tsaywholivesatLimmeridgenow。Ifanymoreareleftthereofthatname，I
onlyknowIlovethemforMrsFairlie’ssake。’
Sheseemedabouttosaymore；butwhileshewasspeaking，wecamewithinviewoftheturnpike，atthetopoftheAvenueRoad。Herhandtightenedroundmyarm，andshelookedanxiouslyatthegatebeforeus。