When he had gone, Mrs.Tretherick opened the door, listened a moment in the deserted hall, and then ran quickly upstairs to what had been her bedroom.
Everything there was unchanged as on the night she left it.

On the dressing-table stood her bandbox, as she remembered to have left it when she took out her bonnet.

On the mantle lay the other glove she had forgotten in her flight.

The two lower drawers of the bureau were half-open (she had forgotten to shut them); and on its marble top lay her shawl pin and a soiled cuff.

What other recollections came upon her I know not; but she suddenly grew quite white, shivered, and listened with a beating heart, and her hand upon the door.