He did not turn his head to grasp what it was that she saw in the passage.

The terror had been transferred from himself to her.
The colour in her cheeks went out, leaving her as though her face were suddenly shadowed by some overhanging shape.
Her eyes never moved nor faltered from the dark into whose heart she gazed.

Then, there was a strangled, gasping cry, and she sank down, first onto her knees, then in a white faint, her eyes still staring, lay huddled on the floor.
Henry felt his Friend's hand on his shoulder.
Meanwhile, down in the kitchen, the fire had sunk into grey ashes, and Mrs.Slater was lying back in her chair, her head back, snoring thickly; an empty glass had tumbled across the table, and a few drops from it had dribbled over on to the tablecloth..