She started from her place and made towards the Closet door, whence She might soon have reached the chamber where She expected to find Flora and Dame Jacintha.

Scarcely had She reached the middle of the room when the Latch was lifted up a second time.

An involuntary movement obliged her to turn her head.

Slowly and gradually the Door turned upon its hinges, and standing upon the Threshold She beheld a tall thin Figure, wrapped in a white shroud which covered it from head to foot.
This vision arrested her feet: She remained as if petrified in the middle of the apartment.

The Stranger with measured and solemn steps drew near the Table.