One of the most anxious things is this night-wandering, which has taken possession of her.

Did you hear her last night ?' 'Last night ?'--said Eleanor, startled.
'I had been warned by Dalgetty,' said Manisty.

'And between three and four I thought I heard sounds somewhere in the direction of the Albano balcony.
So I crept out through the salon into the library.

And there, sitting on the step of the glass passage--was Alice--looking as though she were turned to marble--and staring at Miss Foster's room! To my infinite relief I saw that Miss Foster's shutters and windows were fast closed.

But I felt I could not leave Alice there.