Neither Lydia nor the Countess were the fainting sorts, though there had been enough oddities in the night that she was a little spooked, especially hearing what seemed to be the sound of crying coming from the wardrobe. Surely it was a trick of perception<br/><br/>At first thinking the window was open, Lydia moved to close it. Finding it closed, she gazed out for a moment, considering the moonlit darkness and assuming the fluttering of the curtains was merely a draft from a badly sealed window. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw the large dog -- or could it be a wolf? -- loping across the grass. She doubted it was a wolf, not in civilized England.<br/><br/>Finally, she moved to the wardrobe and threw it open, knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep until she'd satisfied herself that there was nothing there beyond her clothing.