Jane Foster followed. The great wind swept her upward too. She remembered no single intake or outlet of breath until she was upon the fourth floor.
The door of the Closed Room stood wide open and Mrs. Haldon was swept within.
Jane Foster saw her stand in the middle of the room a second, a tall, swaying figure. She whirled to look about her and flung up her arms with an unearthly rapturous, whispered cry:
"It is all as she left it when she ran to me and fell. She has been here—to show me it is not so far!"
She sank slowly upon her knees, wild happiness in her face—wild tears pouring down it.
"She has seen her!" And she stretched forth yearning arms towards the little figure of Judith, who lay quiet upon the sofa in the corner. "Your little girl has seen her—and I dare not waken her. She is asleep."
Jane stood by the sofa—looking down. When she bent and touched the child the stillness of the room seemed to have got into her blood.
"No," she said, quivering, but with a strange simplicity. "No! not asleep! It was this way with her Aunt Hester."
THE END
End of Project Gutenberg's In the Closed Room, by Frances Hodgson Burnett