On The Cliffs, Late At Night

You picked your way outside like a sleepwalker after a lady in a red dress no one else seemed to notice. You had not understood how one could miss so beautiful a lady. Surely, that was Rebecca, come back from the grave, to laugh at how you had made such a mess of things in her house. Or: After the disaster at the ball, the second Mrs. de Winter follows a spectre outside into the garden and up the cliffs, contemplating her own misfortune and the sea deep, deep below.