She stood just within the threshold, holding a lamp high: and its rays, while they fell full on the doctor, causing him to blink, crossed the rays of his gig-lamp which showed him that, late though the hour was, she had as yet made no preparations for going to bed, even to the extent of taking off her jewellery. The base of the lamp, as its flames flickered in the draught, cast a waving shadow over the widow's cap perched on her neatly coiled black tresses, and the same shadow danced across her jet-black eyes and left them staring at him, very bright and inquisitive. She wore a dress of stiff black silk with a somewhat coquettish apron; and about her neck a solid gold chain, thrice coiled, with a massive locket pendant at her bosom. Above the locket was fastened a large memorial brooch with a framework of gold, a face of crystal and, behind the crystal, a weeping willow designed in somebody's hair. Altogether the widow's attire and array suggested that she had recently dismissed, or was even now expecting, company. 'Doctor Unonius?' 'You may well be surprised, madam--at this hour--' 'I did not send for you.' 'No, madam; and you will be surprised when you learn the reason of this call--surprised but not (I beg) alarmed. To begin with, I have a pistol here and can, at the worst, protect you.' 'Protect me?' 'I had best tell you my story, which is a sufficiently extraordinary one. I have been dining at Penalune--nay, madam, do not misunderstand me: I am as sober as a judge. On my homeward road I overtook a suspicious character, and certain evidence I managed to wrest from him leaves little doubt that robbery is intended here to-night, as it has actually been achieved elsewhere. The man, I should tell you--a powerful fellow--was dressed in woman's apparel.' 'Oh!' said Mrs Tresize shortly, and called down the passage behind her--'Tryphena, come here!' Without delay a middle-aged maid-servant appeared from a doorway that (as the doctor knew) led out of an inner kitchen. Two sheep dogs followed her growling, but at her command grew tractable and made no demonstration beyond running around the doctor and sniffing at his legs. Tryphena, too--who, like her mistress, was fully dressed--betrayed no surprise. She had, in fact, been sent upstairs at the sound of wheels, and from behind a curtain had recognised Doctor Unonius as he examined the paper by the light of his gig-lamp. 'Tryphena, here's Doctor Unonius, and he brings word we're to be robbed and murdered in our beds.' 'The Lord preserve us!' said Tryphena. 'Amen,' said Mrs Tresize; 'and meanwhile you'd best go and stable the horse while I hear particulars.' Tryphena slipped out into the yard, the sheep dogs following. The doctor would have helped her, but she took the lamp from his hand, replaced it in its socket and set about unharnessing without further to-do, coaxing Dapple the while to stand steady.