Passing as often as I might up and down Notre Dame Street without attracting attention, I saw more than one figure in the semi-darkness enter the low chateau door.

Occasionally a tiny gleam showed at the edge of a shutter or at the top of some little window not fully screened.

As to what went on within I could only guess.
I passed the chateau, up and down, at different times from nine o'clock until midnight.

The streets of Montreal at that time made brave pretense of lighting by virtue of the new gas works; at certain intervals flickering and wholly incompetent lights serving to make the gloom more visible.

None the less, as I passed for the last time, I plainly saw a shaft of light fall upon the half darkness from a little side door.
There emerged upon the street the figure of a woman.