He must not be awakened." She pointed to that closed door, and I looked steadfastly into her eyes.

It was not possible that she was acting.

I was convinced that she believed that her uncle was really in the next room.
"I call for you here," I whispered, "at half-past seven." "I shall be ready," she answered, "quite ready.

You must not be late or I shall be impatient.

Oh!" she added, with a little impulsive gesture, "I am beginning to hate this place.