She waited a while.

The footsteps seemed to draw nearer, and soon, although the starlit night was very dark, she perceived a cloaked and hooded figure approaching cautiously toward her.
"Who goes there ?" she called suddenly.
The figure paused: then came rapidly forward, and a voice said timidly: "Ah! Lady Blakeney!" "Who are you ?" asked Marguerite peremptorily.
"It is I...

Desiree Candeille," replied the midnight prowler.
"Demoiselle Candeille!" ejaculated Marguerite, wholly taken by surprise.
"What are you doing here?
alone?
and at this hour ?" "Sh-sh-sh..." whispered Candeille eagerly, as she approached quite close to Marguerite and drew her hood still lower over her eyes.

"I am all alone ...

I wanted to see someone--you if possible, Lady Blakeney...