At that moment she opened the door and passed in.
A fit of trembling seized her, as if she had barely escaped some peril.
In the passage she stood motionless, listening with the intensity of dread.

She could hear footsteps on the pavement; she expected a ring at the door-bell.

If he were so thoughtless as to come to the door, she would on no account see him.
But there was no ring, and after a few minutes' waiting she recovered her self-command.

She had not made a mistake; even his features had been discernible as he turned towards her.

Was this the first time that he had come to look at the place where she lived--possibly to spy upon her?
She resented this behaviour, yet the feeling was confused with a certain satisfaction.
From one of the dormitories there was a view of Walworth Road.