Did he know?
Had he guessed?
Was it that that had brought him back?
She entered her room, and dismissed the maid she found awaiting her.
Swiftly she threw off the pink domino, and began to loosen her hair with stiff, fumbling fingers, then shook it about her shoulders, and sank quivering upon a couch.

She could not go to bed.

The terror that possessed her was too intense, too overmastering.
Ah! What was that?
Every pulse in her body leaped and stood still at sound of a low knock at the door.

Who could it be?
gasped her fainting heart.

Not Sir Roland, surely! He never came to her room now.
Softly the door opened.