Sir Jasper followed her out of the room, down the stairs, and back into the library, with the face of a man who has just been reprieved from sudden death.

As he re-entered the library, he paused and started a step back, gazing fixedly at one of the windows.

The heavy curtain had been partially drawn back, and a white, spectral face was glued to the glass, glaring in.
"Who have we here ?" said the baronet to himself; "that face can belong to no one in the house." He walked straight to the window--the face never moved.

A hand was raised and tapped on the glass.

A voice outside spoke: "For Heaven's sake, open and let me in, before I perish in this bitter storm." Sir Jasper Kingsland opened the window and flung it wide.
"Enter! whoever you are," he said.