She was raised thereby.

She could not be sorry; her blood pulsed, her heart sang, the starry eyes shone with a brighter light.

He loved her.

She knew his secret.

A little clock chimed the hour upon the mantel-shelf, and lifting her eyes she saw that just twenty-four hours had passed since she had driven out of Innspruck up the Brenner.
As she got into bed a horse galloped up to the inn and stopped.