Vincent strained to make out what he was seeing. He held a candle close to the pane, but his reflection made his view of the outside less substantial, so he moved it back and cupped his hands against the glass to stare outside.
The woman had all but vanished, masked from sight by the overlapping trees. There was the faintest glimpse of her white garments which appeared momentarily between the branches which was all the proof Vincent had that he had not imagined the figure in the first place.
Vincent wished he had someone else in the room to summon and be his witness. There was no point in asking Jasper to climb out of bed, the poor old man seemed to barely have the strength to speak right now.
There was the other young servant outside the room, but before Vincent decided to call him, th
