She tried to follow, but saw only a tall shadow gliding away behind the corner of the house.

She pursued, but found only a tremulous reflection of vines in the moonlight.

She kept on round the house, and into the garden, frequently calling out, "Gerald! Gerald!" "Hark! hark!" she murmured to herself, as some far-off tones of "Toll the bell" floated through the air.

The ghostly moonlight, the strange, lonely place, and the sad, mysterious sounds made her a little afraid.

In a more agitated tone, she called Gerald again.