The cool night air came freshly up the vaulted tunnel in which the steps were set; the moonlit garden offered its solace to the girl's sore heart.

No curious women-servants appeared on the stairs that led to the bed-chambers.

No inquisitive eyes could look at her from the windows of the ground floor--a solitude abandoned to the curiosity of tourists.

Sydney took her hat and cloak from the stand in a recess at the side of the door, and went into the garden..