She carried a raincoat over her arm and a pair of rubbers in one hand.

Her other hand held a candle.

By the terrace door she paused, unbolted it, glanced out into the streaming night with a shiver.

Then she came into the living-room and sat down to put on her rubbers.
Hardly had she begun to do so when she started up again.

A muffled knocking sounded at the terrace door.