But that letter and all--it was enough to make a jelly of you things a-turnin' out like this.

And me all a-tremblin', and givin' in!' * * * * * Phoebe opened the studio door, noticed the bright light with amazement, and shut the door behind her.

She stood there, with her back to it, sharply arrested, her eyes held by the spectacle before her.
Close to her, in the centre of the freest portion of the floor, rose the sketch of Eugenie de Pastourelles, lit by the two lamps, which threw a concentrated glow upon the picture, and left all the rest of the room shadowy.

Nothing could have been more strange than the aspect of the drawing, thus solitary, and brightly illuminated.

Phoebe looked at it in bewilderment, then round the littered studio.