A moment later she was startled by someone beating down the partition with an axe.

She sprang up, and again the scarf pulled her back.

She untied it from her wrist and noticed that daylight flooded the compartment.

This amazed her; how could it be daylight so soon?
Had she been asleep again, and was the fancied battering at the door with an axe merely the conclusion of a dream caused by the conductor's knock?
After a breathless pause there came a gentle rap on her door, and the voice of the conductor said,-- "Breakfast at Luga, madame, in three-quarters of an hour." "Very good," she replied in English, her voice trembling with fear.
Slowly she untied the scarf from the door and placed it in her handbag.
She shivered notwithstanding her effort at self-control, for she knew she had slept through the night, and far into the morning.

In agitation she unbuttoned her jacket.