He stood in her little garden; the long window of her parlor was open, and he could see the white curtains, with the lamp-light shining through them, swaying softly to and fro in the warm night wind.

There was a sort of excitement in the idea of seeing Madame Munster again; he became aware that his heart was beating rather faster than usual.

It was this that made him stop, with a half-amused surprise.
But in a moment he went along the piazza, and, approaching the open window, tapped upon its lintel with his stick.

He could see the Baroness within; she was standing in the middle of the room.

She came to the window and pulled aside the curtain; then she stood looking at him a moment.