Sophie, I supposed, had come in. There was a light in the dressing-table, and the door of the closet, where, before going to bed, I had hung my wedding-dress and veil, stood open; I heard a rustling there.
Alguien había dejado una bujía en la mesa, y el cuartito guardarropa, donde yo colocara mi velo y mi vestido de boda, se hallaba abierto.