As it was, he was surprised and alarmed that she had fainted--a thing he had never known her to do; and as soon as she was able to speak he listened anxiously to her story.
"It must have been an hour after you had gone, Philip, that I thought I heard a noise upstairs, and thinking perhaps you had left one of your windows down at the top and the curtain was flapping, I went right up, and the minute I stepped into the room I had the feeling that some one was there." "Didn't you carry up a light ?" "No.

The lamp was burning at the end of the upper hall, and so I never thought of needing more.

Well, as I moved over toward the window, still feeling that strange, unaccountable knowledge of some one there, a man stepped out from behind your desk, walked right up to me and held out those letters in one hand, while with the other he threw the light from a small bull's-eye or burglar's lantern upon them." Philip listened in amazement.
"Sarah, you must have dreamed all that! It isn't likely that any man would do such a thing!" "Philip, I did not dream.

I was terribly wide-awake, and so scared that I couldn't even scream.

My tongue seemed to be entirely useless.