Sea Mew Abbey by Florence Warden

The following was the day of the inquest. It was to be held at the Abbey itself, and Mrs. Bean had swept the drawing-room, and uncovered the furniture in that dismal and damp apartment, so that the coroner and jury might hold their deliberation there. Freda, who followed the housekeeper about like her shadow, without acknowledging that it was because a horror had grown upon her of being left alone in that dreary old house, was helping to dust the old-fashioned ornaments.

"Mrs. Bean," she said at last, stopping in the act of dusting the glass shade over an alabaster urn, in order to clap her hands together to warm them, "aren't you going to light a fire here?"