Toward morning, utterly exhausted by the violence of her emotions, the scene she had gone through--and it had been a torture to stand and receive the townspeople after the departure of Marteau--she fell at last into a troubled sleep.
She was awakened by a slight sound, as of a light footstep.

She enjoyed the faculty of awakening with full command of her senses at once.

She parted the curtains of the bed.

With her eyes wide open, holding her breath, she listened.

She heard soft movements.