It was very cold, and she drew her cloak closer about her as she stepped out into the archway.
Up above her, almost close to her in the gloom of the night, there was the long colonnade of the palace, with the lights glimmering in the windows as they always glimmered.

She allowed herself for a moment to think who might be there in those rooms--as she had so often thought before.

It was possible that Anton might be there.

He had been there once before at this time in the evening, as he himself had told her.
Wherever he might be, was he thinking of her?
But if he thought of her, he was thinking of her as one who had deceived him, who had tried to rob him.

Ah! the day would soon come in which he would learn that he had wronged her.