But she had not been free, then, as she was now.

There was more hope than before, but she could not delude herself with any belief in a certainty.
So thinking, and so saying to herself, she fell asleep, and slept soundly without dreaming as most people do who are young and strong, and who are clear-headed and active when they are awake.
It was late when she opened her eyes, and the broad cold light filled the room.

She lost no time in thinking over the events of the night, for everything was fresh in her memory.

Half dressed, she wrapped about her a cloak that came down to her feet, and throwing a black veil over her hair she went down to the portress's lodge.

In five minutes she had found Keyork's address and had despatched one of the convent gardeners with the note.