The great flat around her seemed new and huge and strange; she felt horribly alone.

Even Maria and the hired waiter were gone.

On one of the floors above she heard a baby crying.
She stood there an instant in the dark hall, in her wedding finery, looking about her, listening.

From the open door of the sitting-room streamed a gold bar of light.
She went down the hall, by the open door of the sitting-room, going on toward the hall door of the bedroom.
As she softly passed the sitting-room she glanced hastily in.

The lamps and the gas were burning brightly, the chairs were pushed back from the table just as the guests had left them, and the table itself, abandoned, deserted, presented to view the vague confusion of its dishes, its knives and forks, its empty platters and crumpled napkins.