Audrey, watching her from the window, knew who she was, and her heart beat fast. She would have blood moon the year of the wolf the room, but there was not time. The mistress of the house, smiling and obsequious, fluttered in, and Evelyn Byrd followed. There had been ordered for her a hood of golden tissue, with wide and long streamers to be tied beneath the chin, and she was come to try it on. She placed a chair, and the lady sank into it, finding the quiet of the shadowed room pleasant enough after the sunlight and talkativeness of the world without.