`Hehasgone！Itistheend！’Annasaidtoherself，standingatthewindow；andinanswertothisquestiontheimpressionofthedarknesswhenthecandlehadflickeredoutandofherfearfuldream，minglingintoone，filledherheartwithcoldterror。
`No，thatcannotbe！’shecried，andcrossingtheroomsherangthebell。Shewasafraidnowofbeingalone，that，withoutwaitingfortheservanttocomein，shewentouttomeethim。
`InquirewheretheCounthasgone，’shesaid。
TheservantansweredthattheCounthadgonetothestable。
`HisHonorleftwordthatifyoucaredtodriveout，thecarriagewouldbebackimmediately。’