Her first idea was to close the window with a bang, but she did not dare to stand up.
In her need she saw the water-bottle on the table.

She seized it, and, without lifting her head, put it on the window-sill.

She gave it a push, and a second after she heard the crash of the glass, and the splash of the water on the paving-stones with which the house was surrounded.

She lay still, crouched in a heap under the window.
A light hurried step and the rustle of a dress were heard over the lawn.
All was so still, and her nerves were in such a state of tension, that Madeleine could hear one of the French windows carefully opened and closed again.

The step came upstairs, and as it passed her door she heard Morten's voice say, "I am sure you never thought that I should come out this evening;" and Fanny's answer, "Oh, one feels that sort of thing instinctively!" Madeleine breathed again.