When the castle clock struck midnight she suddenly sprang to her feet with a bound, saying: "I must go! There is midnight!" I rose at once, the intensity of her speech having instantly obliterated the sleep which, under the influence of rest and warmth, was creeping upon me.

Once more she was in a frenzy of haste, so I hurried towards the window, but as I looked back saw her, despite her haste, still standing.

I motioned towards the screen, and slipping behind the curtain, opened the window and went out on the terrace.

As I was disappearing behind the curtain I saw her with the tail of my eye lifting the shroud, now dry, from the hearth.
She was out through the window in an incredibly short time, now clothed once more in that dreadful wrapping.

As she sped past me barefooted on the wet, chilly marble which made her shudder, she whispered: "Thank you again.