The corridors were empty and deserted, the apartments all silent.
Suddenly a figure tripped along softly and cautiously through the long feebly lighted corridor.

She was wrapped in a black mantle; a veil concealed her face.
Scarcely touching the floor with her feet, she floated away, and glided down a little staircase.

Now she stops and listens.

There is nothing to hear; all is noiseless and still.
Then, on again.

Now she wings her steps.