The moonshining night is a real but grim world which contained the female tragical fate, the sentiment story mixed orexis and the pale windy life form.
As with some persons who have long lived apart, solitude seemed to look out of its countenance, it had a lonely face, suggesting tragical possibilities.
The two men who were thus left alone threw open the window and leaned out, straining every sense to catch an indication of the tragical events that were about to follow.
The weighty sense that she was mixed up in a tragical secret with an unknown and handsome stranger prevented her joining very readily in chat with the postman for some time.
A true woman, she would assume the remotest possibility to be the most likely contingency, if the possibility had the recommendation of being tragical; and she now feared that something was wrong with Swithin St. Cleeve.
A conviction that the Baron's life might depend upon her presence—for she had by this time divined the tragical event she had interrupted on the foggy morning—took from her all will to judge and consider calmly.