It was in keeping with all the other mystery.
"On second thought, I'll go up with you," continued Mrs.Wrapp, as he moved in the direction she had indicated.

"Come." The wide hall, the winding stairway with its soft carpet, the narrower hallway above--these made a long journey for Lane.

But at the end, when Mrs.Wrapp stopped with hand on the farthest door, Lane felt knit like cold steel.
The discordant music and the soft shuffling of feet ceased.

Laughter and murmur of voices began.
"Come, Daren," whispered Mrs.Wrapp, as if thrilled.

Certainly her eyes gleamed.