’IsMr。HenryWestwickalone？’
AgnesinstantlyrecognisedthevoiceoftheCountess。Shehurriedtoaseconddoor，whichcommunicatedwithoneofthebedrooms。
’Don’tlethercomenearme！’shewhisperednervously。’Goodnight，Henry！goodnight！’
IfHenrycould，byaneffortofwill，havetransportedtheCountesstotheuttermostendsoftheearth，hewouldhavemadetheeffortwithoutremorse。Asitwas，heonlyrepeated，moreirritablythanever，’Comein！’
Sheenteredtheroomslowlywithhereverlastingmanuscriptinherhand。