The noise of its engine grew louder--surely louder than any which, standing at this window, she had heard before.
Had it turned into the park?
off the main road.

Was it coming to the house?
Before Jenny could answer these questions in her mind, the noise ceased altogether.

Jenny held her breath; and round the angle of the house a girl came running swiftly, her skirt sparkling like silver in the moonlight, and a white cloak drawn about her shoulders.

She drew open the window of the library and passed in.

A few seconds passed.
Jenny imagined her stealthily opening the door into the hall, and listening to make sure that the servants were in their own quarters and this part of the house deserted.