I rushed wildly on, and stood by the door of her room.
"She is out," I said, "I will see the old room once more." I opened the door gently, and stood in a great solemn church.

A deep-toned bell, whose sounds throbbed and echoed and swam through the empty building, struck the hour of midnight.

The moon shone through the windows of the clerestory, and enough of the ghostly radiance was diffused through the church to let me see, walking with a stately, yet somewhat trailing and stumbling step, down the opposite aisle, for I stood in one of the transepts, a figure dressed in a white robe, whether for the night, or for that longer night which lies too deep for the day, I could not tell.

Was it she?
and was this her chamber?
I crossed the church, and followed.

The figure stopped, seemed to ascend as it were a high bed, and lay down.