Thus, through the wide-open wings of the last door she passed rapidly, and found herself face to face with _him_.
He also had recognised her, at the last moment, on the Scala Santa.

He felt almost certain he himself had not been recognised, nevertheless he had sought to avoid the path usually followed by visitors.

Upon hearing a swift rustle of woman's drapery approaching that mysterious hall, he understood all, and, facing the entrance, he waited.

She perceived him and stopped suddenly, in the very act of entering, standing as though turned to stone, between the wings of the door; her eyes fixed on his eyes, which no longer wore the look of Piero Maironi.
He was transfigured.

His form, owing perhaps to the black habit, appeared slighter.