There had arisen between the Frenchman and herself a kind of close, wordless understanding and sympathy which she, at any rate, still called "friendship." But she would probably have assented to Meredith's words, "Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two." At last she fell into a troubled sleep, and dreamt a disturbing dream.
She found herself wandering about the Chalet des Muguets, trying to find a way out of the locked and shuttered building.

The ugly little rooms were empty.

It was winter, and she was shivering with cold.

Someone must have locked her in by mistake.

She had been forgotten....
"Toc, toc, toc!" at the door.