Certainly a wall.
Bessie rose, marched to the door, opened it, hit her body against it, and went out.
A certain degree of constraint went with her.
"I had your Father's leave to come," he said after a moment.

"I should not have ventured to do so otherwise." "I wish Father had warned me," she said.
They looked away from each other.

Here in this room fifteen years ago they had parted.

Both shivered at the remembrance.
Then they looked long at each other.
Magdalen became very pale.

She saw as in a glass what was passing through his mind; and for a moment her heart cried out against those treacherous deserters, her beauty and her youth, that they should have fled and left her thus, defenceless and unarmed to endure his cruel eyes.