Far over at the other side of the chamber--it seemed an infinite distance just then--stood a figure.

Grace looked at it calmly.

She had never been a coward and she was not frightened now, only she wondered who could be invading their room at this hour.

Perhaps Mrs.Gray; perhaps one of the servants.

No, it was neither; of course it couldn't be because it was the figure of a man.
She saw him now plainly enough hovering over the dressing table.
A small, cold hand slipped into hers.