The following night she seemed more impatient still; and on the third from recovering my company she complained of a headache, and left me.

I thought her conduct odd; and having remained alone a long while, I resolved on going and inquiring whether she were better, and asking her to come and lie on the sofa, instead of up-stairs in the dark.

No Catherine could I discover up-stairs, and none below.
The servants affirmed they had not seen her.

I listened at Mr.Edgar's door; all was silence.

I returned to her apartment, extinguished my candle, and seated myself in the window.
The moon shone bright; a sprinkling of snow covered the ground, and I reflected that she might, possibly, have taken it into her head to walk about the garden, for refreshment.