She trembled with apprehension lest he should enter.
It was many a day since he had done so, but also she had not heard his step pause at her door for many a day.

She could not bear to face it all now; she must have time to think, to plan her course--the last course of all.

For she knew that the next step must be the last step in her old life, and towards a new life, whatever that might be.

A great sigh of relief broke from her as she heard his door open and shut, and silence fell on everything, that palpable silence which seems to press upon the night-watcher with merciless, smothering weight.
How terribly active her brain was! Pictures--it was all vivid pictures, that awful visualisation of sorrow which, if it continues, breaks the heart or wrests the mind from its sanity.

If only she did not see! But she did see Eglington and the Woman together, saw him look into her eyes, take her hands, put his arm round her, draw her face to his! Her heart seemed as if it must burst, her lips cried out.