N.N." She durst not subscribe her own name.
And now she waited, she watched for the moment when Leonard quitted his room and, slipping in, laid the petition on the couch where he would be sure to find it.

Nobody observed her.
The same day she encountered him, she had in fact sought for such an encounter.

It was in the great armoury.

Leonard, as soon as he perceived his wife, began humming some mad operatic tune, an opera bouffe air and bawled through the door to the dog-keeper to unleash the hounds.
The pale lady nevertheless approached him, with tottering but determined footsteps, and folding both her trembling hands as if in prayer, stood mutely in front of the door through which Leonard would have to pass, like some dumb spirit from another world.

But Leonard merely shrugged his shoulders and passed her by, whistling all the time.
Again, on the following day, the timid petition lay on Leonard's table, written in the same tremulous characters.