For a long time she continued to turn her face, with a
pathetic expression of mental endeavour, from one to another, as they
addressed her, only to shake her head slowly and sadly at last.
"I seem to have lost myself," she said, pressing her hand to her
forehead. "I do not understand anything you say."
"It is a hard matter to understand," replied Dr. Hull. "Understanding
will come later. Meanwhile, look in at the door of this room and you will
see the body of the woman to whose life you have succeeded. Then you will
believe us though you do not understand us."
As he spoke he indicated the door of the cabinet.
Ida stepped thither and looked in, recoiling with a sharp cry of horror.
The terror in her face was piteous, and in a moment Miss Ludington was at
her side, supporting and soothing her. Sobbing and trembling Ida
submitted unresistingly to her ministrations, and even rested her head on
Miss Ludington's shoulder.
The golden hair brushed the grey locks; the full bosom heaved against the
shrunken breast of age; the wrinkled, scarred, and sallow face of the old
woman touched the rounded cheek of the girl.
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