And then one night, having been lying folded in profound, sweet sleep, she sprang up in the black darkness, wakened by an actual, physical reality of sensation, the soft laying of a hand upon her naked side,--that, and nothing else.
"What is that?
Who is there ?" she cried.

"Someone is in the room!" Yes, someone was there.

A few feet from her bed she heard a sobbing sigh, then a rustle, then followed silence.

She struck a match and, getting up, lighted candles.

Her hand shook, but she remembered that she must be firm with herself.
"I must not be nervous," she said, and looked the room over from end to end.
But it contained no living creature, nor any sign that living creature had entered it since she had lain down to rest.