`` He will be all right tomorrow . The attack was very slight . Yes , of course you may go in . Do n't stay longer than half an hour . '' Mrs. Stewart , Mr. Lawrence 's sister , was in the sickroom when I went in . She took advantage of my presence to lie down on the sofa a little while , for she had been up all the preceding night . Mr. Lawrence turned his fine old silver head on the pillow and smiled a greeting . He was a very handsome old man ; neither age nor illness had marred his finely modelled face or impaired the flash of his keen , steel-blue eyes . He seemed quite well and talked naturally and easily of many commonplace things . At the end of the doctor 's half-hour I rose to go . Mrs. Stewart had fallen asleep and he would not let me wake her , saying he needed nothing and felt like sleeping himself . I promised to come up again on the morrow and went out . It was dark in the hall , where no lamp had been lighted , but outside on the lawn the moonlight was bright as day . It was the clearest , whitest night I ever saw . I turned aside into the garden , meaning to cross it , and take the short way over the west meadow home . There was a long walk of rose bushes leading across the garden to a little gate on the further side ... the way Mr. Lawrence had been wont to take long ago when he went over the fields to woo Margaret . I went along it , enjoying the night . The bushes were white with roses , and the ground under my feet was all snowed over with their petals . The air was still and breezeless ; again I felt that sensation of waiting ... of expectancy . As I came up to the little gate I saw a young girl standing on the other side of it .
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