She put her foot out of bed and stood on the floor.
"I am going to find out what it is," she said.

"Everybody is in bed and I don't care about Mrs.Medlock--I don't care!" There was a candle by her bedside and she took it up and went softly out of the room.

The corridor looked very long and dark, but she was too excited to mind that.

She thought she remembered the corners she must turn to find the short corridor with the door covered with tapestry--the one Mrs.Medlock had come through the day she lost herself.

The sound had come up that passage.