Hers was the first departure, and no one noted it.
She sank back at length, thankfully, in the darkness, and closed her eyes.

Whatever lay before her, she had escaped from the nightmare horror of the shadowy garden.
But as the brief drive neared its end, her anxiety revived.

Had Sir Roland indeed returned and discovered her absence?
Was it possible?
Her face was white and haggard as she entered the hall at last.

Her eyes were hunted.
The servant who opened to her looked at her oddly for a moment.
"What is it ?" she said nervously.
"Sir Roland has returned, my lady," he said.

"He arrived two hours ago, and went straight to his room, saying he would not disturb your ladyship." She turned away in silence, and mounted the stairs.