Again she had suddenly
experienced that unpleasant, eerie sensation--the sensation that _she was
not alone_. But this time the feeling was far more vivid than it had been
in the dining-room.
So strong, so definite was Sylvia's perception of another presence, and
this time of a human presence, in the still house, that she turned
sharply round--
But all she saw was the empty passage, cut by a shaft of light thrown
from the open door of the kitchen, stretching its short length down to
the entrance hall.
Making a determined effort over what she could but suppose to be her
nerves, she walked through into the Wachners' bed-room.
It was very bare and singularly poorly furnished, at least to English
eyes, but it was pleasantly cool after the drawing-room.
She walked across to the window, and, drawing aside the muslin curtains,
looked out.
Beyond the patch of shade thrown by the house the sun beat down on
a ragged, unkempt lawn, but across the lawn she noticed, much more
particularly than she had done on the two former occasions when she had
been in the house, that there lay a thick grove of chestnut trees just
beyond the grounds of the Chalet des Muguets.
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