She saw Hesper, as she thought, standing--sidewise to the closet--by a chest of drawers invisible from the bed.

A candle stood on the farther side of her.

She held in one hand the tumbler from which, repeatedly that evening, Mary had given the patient his medicine: into this she was pouring, with an appearance of care, something from a small dark bottle.
With a sudden suspicion of foul play, Mary glided swiftly into the room, and on to where she stood.

It was Sepia! She started with a smothered shriek, turned white, and almost dropped the bottle; then, seeing who it was, recovered herself.

But such a look as she cast on Mary! such a fire of hate as throbbed out of those great black eyes! Mary thought for a moment she would dart at her.