In obedience to her motion, I closed the French window and bolted it.

I supposed the warmth of the room--though cool, it was warmer than the damp air without--affected her quickly, for on the instant she seemed to begin to recover herself.

In a few seconds, as though she had reacquired her strength, she herself pulled the heavy curtain across the window.

This left us in darkness, through which I heard her say in English: "Light.

Get a light!" I found matches, and at once lit a candle.