Ididnotraisemyeyes，butIsupposemammalooked，foraclear，melodiousvoice，whosetonesthrilledthroughmynerves，exclaimed——
`Oh，aunt！here’sMr。Markham——Arthur’sfriend！——Stop，Richard！’
Therewassuchevidenceofjoyousthoughsuppressedexcitementintheutteranceofthosefewwords——especiallythattremulous，`Oh，aunt——’
thatitthrewmealmostoffmyguard。Thecarriagestoppedimmediately，andIlookedupandmettheeyeofapale，grave，elderlyladysurveyingmefromtheopenwindow。ShebowedandsodidI，andthenshewithdrewherhead，whileArthurscreamedtothefootmantolethimout；butbeforethatfunctionarycoulddescendfromhisbox，ahandwassilentlyputforthfromthecarriagewindow。Iknewthathand，thoughablackgloveconcealeditsdelicatewhitenessandhalfitsfairproportions，andquicklyseizingit，Ipresseditinmyown——ardentlyforamoment，butinstantlyrecollectingmyself，Idroppedit，anditwasimmediatelywithdrawn。
`Wereyoucomingtoseeus，oronlypassingby？’askedthelowvoiceofitsowner，who，Ifelt，wasattentivelysurveyingmycountenancefrombehindthethick，blackveilwhichwiththeshadowingpanels，entirelyconcealedherownfromme。