The Countess sat up in the darkness of the chamber. She had writhed
since noon under the stings of remorse; she could bear them no longer.
The slow declension of the day, the evening light, the signs of coming
tempest which had driven her company to the shelter of the inn at the
crossroads, all had racked her, by reminding her that the hours were
flying, and that soon the fault she had committed would be irreparable.
One impulsive attempt to redeem it she had made; but it had failed, and,
by rendering her suspect, had made reparation more difficult. Still, by
daylight it had seemed possible to rest content with the trial made; not
so now, when night had fallen, and the cries of little children and the
haggard eyes of mothers peopled the darkness of her chamber. She sat up,
and listened with throbbing temples.
To shut out the lightning which played at intervals across the heavens,
Madame St. Lo, who shared the room, had covered the window with a cloak;
and the place was dark. To exclude the dull roll of the thunder was less
easy, for the night was oppressively hot, and behind the cloak the
casement was open. Gradually, too, another sound, the hissing fall of
heavy rain, began to make itself heard, and to mingle with the regular
breathing which proved that Madame St. Lo slept.
Assured of this fact, the Countess presently heaved a sigh, and slipped
from the bed. She groped in the darkness for her cloak, found it, and
donned it over her night gear. Then, taking her bearings by her bed,
which stood with its head to the window and its foot to the entrance, she
felt her way across the floor to the door, and after passing her hands a
dozen times over every part of it, she found the latch, and raised it.
The door creaked, as she pulled it open, and she stood arrested; but the
sound went no farther, for the roofed gallery outside, which looked by
two windows on the courtyard, was full of outdoor noises, the rushing of
rain and the running of spouts and eaves. One of the windows stood wide,
admitting the rain and wind, and as she paused, holding the door open,
the draught blew the cloak from her. She stepped out quickly and shut
the door behind her. On her left was the blind end of the passage; she
turned to the right. She took one step into the darkness and stood
motionless. Beside her, within a few feet of her, some one had moved,
with a dull sound as of a boot on wood; a sound so near her that she held
her breath, and pressed herself against the wall.