What could he have to do with any appointment which the Duke might offer me?
I read the few words over and over again.

The handwriting, the very faint perfume which seemed to steal out of the envelope, a moment's swift retrospective thought, and my fancy had conjured her into actual life.

She was there in the room with me, slim and shadowy, with her quiet voice and movements, and with that haunting, doubtful look in her dark eyes.

What had she meant by that curious warning?
What was the knowledge or the fear which inspired it?
If one could only understand! I sat down in my chair and tried to read, but the effort was useless.
Directly opposite to me was that black uncurtained window.

Every time I looked up it seemed to become once more the frame for a white evil face.
At last I could bear it no longer.