I turned trembling towards the quarter whence it came, and, shading my eyes, made out a woman's form standing in a doorway under the gallery.

A second figure, which I took to be that of the servant I had seen at the inn, loomed uncertainly beside her.
I bowed in silence.

My teeth were chattering.

I was faint without feigning, and felt a kind of terror, hard to explain, at the sound of this woman's voice.
'One of our people has told me about you, she continued, speaking out of the darkness.

'I am sorry that this has happened to you here, but I am afraid that you were indiscreet.' 'I take all the blame, Madame,' I answered humbly.