Miss Cheyne of Essilmont, Volume 3

And where all this time was Alison Cheyne, after whom -- as the chief of our _dramatis persone_ -- we must needs look now?

When consciousness returned to her, after wildly grasping the bell in the porte-cochère of a large house on that night of snow and terror, and when, fluttering, her white eyelids unclosed, after what seemed a long sleep, she looked round her like a little scared bird, in utter bewilderment, and, believing that she was dreaming, closed them again.