I rose, opened my door, and peeped out.

A long black shadow was trailing down the corridor.

It was thrown by a man who walked softly down the passage with a candle held in his hand.

He was in shirt and trousers, with no covering to his feet.
I could merely see the outline, but his height told me that it was Barrymore.

He walked very slowly and circumspectly, and there was something indescribably guilty and furtive in his whole appearance.
I have told you that the corridor is broken by the balcony which runs round the hall, but that it is resumed upon the farther side.