'The bare idea of what you may find there horrifies me!' She looked back into the room as she crossed the threshold.

'I won't leave you altogether,' she said, 'I will wait outside.' She closed the door.

Left by himself, Henry lifted his hand once more to the marble forehead of the figure.
For the second time, he was checked on the point of setting the machinery of the hiding-place in motion.

On this occasion, the interruption came from an outbreak of friendly voices in the corridor.
A woman's voice exclaimed, 'Dearest Agnes, how glad I am to see you again!' A man's voice followed, offering to introduce some friend to 'Miss Lockwood.' A third voice (which Henry recognised as the voice of the manager of the hotel) became audible next, directing the housekeeper to show the ladies and gentlemen the vacant apartments at the other end of the corridor.

'If more accommodation is wanted,' the manager went on, 'I have a charming room to let here.' He opened the door as he spoke, and found himself face to face with Henry Westwick.
'This is indeed an agreeable surprise, sir!' said the manager cheerfully.