Suddenly out of the drowsy luxury of stillness there came a quick crushing sound, flying feet on the gravel, and a dark slim figure dashed through the light.

Whose was the figure?
I could not be sure till I sprang with a shock to my feet, and went to the window where Rachel and Arthur were sitting.

Then there was no mistake about it.

Here was Jane Hollingford, suddenly arrived.
She stood strangely at the window, with one foot on the low sash, so that she could look searchingly into the room.

She had on no bonnet or hat, and the dust of the road was in her hair; it was also white, up to the knees, on her black dress.