It had lately occurred to her that her mind was
a good deal of a vagabond, and she had spent much ingenuity in
training it to a military step and teaching it to advance, to halt, to
retreat, to perform even more complicated manoeuvres, at the word of
command. Just now she had given it marching orders and it had been
trudging over the sandy plains of a history of German Thought.
Suddenly she became aware of a step very different from her own
intellectual pace; she listened a little and perceived that some one
was moving in the library, which communicated with the office. It
struck her first as the step of a person from whom she was looking for
a visit, then almost immediately announced itself as the tread of a
woman and a stranger- her possible visitor being neither. It had an
inquisitive, experimental quality which suggested that it would not
stop short of the threshold of the office; and in fact the doorway
of this apartment was presently occupied by a lady who paused there
and looked very hard at our heroine. She was a plain, elderly woman,
dressed in a comprehensive waterproof mantle; she had a face with a
good deal of rather violent point.
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