A faint cry of distress came from the locked closet: "Mother—mother!"
In the darkness Everychild's voice could be heard speaking cautiously, "Wait, Cinderella—wait until I can make a light."
The voice from the closet was heard again: "Mother—mother!"
And then Everychild's voice: "I must make a light, so that I can find the key!"
For the last time Cinderella's voice could be heard faintly—"Mother!"
And then there was the calm voice of the Masked Lady: "Now you can see!"
The room was lighted again! The Masked Lady had arisen from her place. She was holding the lighted candle above her head.
Not a second was wasted by Everychild. He hurriedly crossed the room and took the key from its peg. He unlocked the closet door.
Cinderella thrust the door open and burst into the room.
"I couldn't leave you there, you know," said Everychild.