She had been so wonderfully correct in her prophetic surmises with regard to both the visits to my room that it was hardly possible that she could fail to take cognizance of this last development.
But my dread was not justified; at any rate, I had no reason to suspect that by any force or exercise of her occult gift she might cause me concern by the discovery of my secret.

Only once did I feel that actual danger in that respect was close to me.

That was when she came early one morning and rapped at my door.

When I called out, "Who is that?
What is it ?" she said in an agitated way: "Thank God, laddie, you are all right! Go to sleep again." Later on, when we met at breakfast, she explained that she had had a nightmare in the grey of the morning.

She thought she had seen me in the crypt of a great church close beside a stone coffin; and, knowing that such was an ominous subject to dream about, came as soon as she dared to see if I was all right.