Don John was a man not easily taken off his guard, but he started perceptibly at Dolores' question.

He did not change colour, however, nor did his eyes waver; he looked fixedly into her face.
"No lady has been here," he answered quietly.
Dolores doubted the evidence of her own senses.

Her belief in the man she loved was so great that his words seemed at first to have destroyed and swept away what must have been a bad dream, or a horrible illusion, and her face was quiet and happy again as she passed him and went in through the open entrance.

She found herself in a vestibule from which doors opened to the right and left.

He turned in the latter direction, leading the way into the room.
It was his bedchamber.