A young and good-looking face, however.

Her mind, sufficiently tumultuous, received a new impulse of disturbance.
Had this woman come forth from Bevis's fiat or from the one opposite ?--for on each floor there were two dwellings.
In the meantime no one answered her knock.

Mr.Barfoot had gone; she breathed thankfully.

Now she might venture to ascend to the next floor.
But then sounded a knock from above.

That, she felt convinced, was at Bevis's door, and if so her conjecture about the workman was correct.
She stood waiting for certainty, as if still expecting a reply to her own signal at Mr.Barfoot's door.