“I was puzzled, too. I saw her quite plainly, hardly much farther off than you are just now.”
“Had you both got candles?”
“No, she had none; but I saw her quite distinctly by the light of my own.”
“The electric lights weren’t on?”
“No. But I could see perfectly plainly, except that a draught made my candle flicker. I recognised her dressing-gown. And no one could mistake her height and her walk—you know that way she carries herself, quite unmistakable, so graceful. Oh, it was she, undoubtedly.”
“Did you see her face, by any chance? Did she look towards you?”
“No. She passed by as if she hadn’t noticed me. I thought she hadn’t.”
“With your light in your hand? Curious, isn’t it?”
Eileen considered the matter for some seconds without replying. Then her face lighted up.
“Oh, now I see what you mean! Of course! It was stupid of me not to think of that immediately. She was walking in her sleep?”