Then the two spectators saw where the light came from.

Mrs.Westmacott was standing, as rigid as a statue, in the center of the room, with a lighted taper in her right hand.

For an instant they caught a glimpse of her stern face and her white collar.
Then the blind fell back into position, and the two figures disappeared from their view.
"Oh, that dreadful woman!" cried Monica.

"That dreadful, dreadful woman! She was waiting for him.

You saw it with your own eyes, sister Bertha!" "Hush, dear, hush and listen!" said her more charitable companion.
They pushed their own window up once more, and watched from behind the curtains.
For a long time all was silent within the house.