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I was envying Zarl her sound sleep, when she surprised me by sitting up and slipping noiselessly from her bed. I did not tell her that precautions against waking me were unnecessary because I wished to nurse my drowsiness. She picked up Lord Tattingwood's footstool and set it to keep the door ajar, and went out into the gallery as she was, without a dressing gown. She was away so long that I wondered if she were keeping a tryst. I was aroused from a doze by her tapping sharply on the door. She entered with the foot-stool in her hand and expressed annoyance that I did not more expeditiously admit her.
"I saw you placing the foot-stool to keep the door open."