Thinking that he would remain in the hall until the King called him,--for she could not possibly guess what had happened,--she stood quite still.
The door opened without warning, and he was almost upon her before she knew it.

To hesitate an instant was out of the question, and for the second time that night she fled, running madly to the corridor, which was not ten steps from where she had been standing, and as she entered it the light fell upon her from the swinging lamp, though she did not know it.
Old as he was, Mendoza sprang forward in pursuit when he saw her figure in the dimness, flying before him, but as she reached the light of the lamp he stopped himself, staggering one or two steps and then reeling against the wall.

He had recognized Dolores' dress and hood, and there was not the slightest doubt in his mind but that it was herself.

In that same dress he had seen her in the late afternoon, she had been wearing it when he had locked her into the sitting-room, and, still clad in it, she must have come out with the Princess.

And now she was running before him from Don John's lodging.