Lydia could not be sure but there was a corner in the room that appeared so very dark almost inky back if the truth were too be told. Again it could be the lights that made those somewhat strange tendrils and patterns on the walls. The sobbing continued distantly and could she now hear the sound of a hurdy gurdy. That in itself was strange in a house of such grandeur, and certainly there would be no entertainers at this time of night, and certainly none that played an instrument of that class.<br/><br/>It was then there was another tapping upon the window. And then a scratching as if something was trying to get in. Meanwhile footsteps passed across the hall floors, and muffled conversations passed, all the while thought the sobbing though distant continued, though occasionally the music covered it.<br/><br/>Perhaps some of the rather extravagant meal that she had nibbled on had been stale though it had not tasted so.<br/>