I turned to put on my gloves; then, for the first time, I was made aware that I had mistaken the room.

I was in the ladies', not the gentlemen's dressing-room.

There were the heaps of folded cloaks, and shawls, and the hoods.

That very instant, before I could beat a retreat, I heard voices at the door--Hetty's among them.

I glared around for some means of escape.