She strained her sight to get a view of the dome, and of the path that led to it.

The first painted itself with sufficient distinctness on her fancy, but was undistinguishable by the eye from the rocky mass on which it was erected.

The second could be imperfectly seen; but her husband had already passed, or had taken a different direction.
What was it that she feared?
Some disaster impended over her husband or herself.

He had predicted evils, but professed himself ignorant of what nature they were.

When were they to come?
Was this night, or this hour to witness the accomplishment?
She was tortured with impatience, and uncertainty.