Who could tell?
Reasoning herself out of these fears, or losing sight of them for a little while, there came the anxiety to which the adventures of the night gave rise.

Here was the old passion awakened again in her grandfather's breast, and to what further distraction it might tempt him Heaven only knew.

What fears their absence might have occasioned already! Persons might be seeking for them even then.

Would they be forgiven in the morning, or turned adrift again! Oh! why had they stopped in that strange place?
It would have been better, under any circumstances, to have gone on! At last, sleep gradually stole upon her--a broken, fitful sleep, troubled by dreams of falling from high towers, and waking with a start and in great terror.

A deeper slumber followed this--and then--What! That figure in the room.
A figure was there.