She softly opened the door and looked in.

The kneeling figure by the bedside told her that God's help had found the fatherless daughter in her affliction.

Grateful tears gathered in her eyes as she looked: she softly closed the door, and went on to Magdalen's room.

There doubt stayed her feet at the threshold, and she waited for a moment before going in.
A sound in the room caught her ear--the monotonous rustling of a woman's dress, now distant, now near; passing without cessation from end to end over the floor--a sound which told her that Magdalen was pacing to and fro in the secrecy of her own chamber.

Miss Garth knocked.