There was a mist before them.

I could see nothing, nothing save Felicia, who had entered the room in a dressing-jacket, with her hair still down her back.

It was nothing to me, at that moment, that her eyes were round with fear, that she came as one comes who obeys the call of her master.

I was so furious with anger that I had hard work to battle with the impulse which prompted me to throw open the door and confront them both.
"Louis, is this wise ?" she murmured.
"There are times," he answered softly, "when one has to dare everything! Listen, Felicia." "Yes ?" she murmured.
"In a short time you will hear a soft knocking on the outside door.

Take no notice.