She was therefore astonished at the calmness with which Amelie received the message she was charged to deliver.

She did not see in the dimness of the twilight that Amelie's face from being pale grew livid.

She did not feel the deadly clutch which, like an iron wrench, had seized her heart.
She did not know that as her mistress walked to the door an automatic stiffness was in her limbs.

Nevertheless she followed her anxiously.

But at the door Amelie stretched out her hand.
"Wait for me there," she said.
Charlotte obeyed.