There had come into Ethel's brown eyes a mingling of confused delight and awkward admiration.

And her sister, with a quick look and a smile, had lost the slightly ruffled expression her face had worn in the other rooms.

She had regained her ascendancy.
It had not been until Ethel was left in her own small room adjoining, that with an exclamation of remembrance and surprise she had stopped undressing, opened her door and listened in the silence.

"How perfectly uncanny!" Frowning a moment, puzzled, her eye had gone to the only other room in the apartment, down at the end of the narrow hall.

The door had been closed.