Then supporting her with one arm, he closed the door with his left hand.

Stealthily in the gloom he passed along the corridor, his bare feet making no noise upon the boarded floor, till he reached the bisecting passage leading from the sitting-rooms.
He glanced up it apprehensively, and what he saw froze the blood in his veins, for there coming down it, not eight paces from him, was Mr.
Granger, holding a candle in his hand.

What could be done?
To get back to his room was impossible--to reach that of Beatrice was also impossible.

With an effort he collected his thoughts, and like a flash of light it passed into his mind that the empty room was not two paces from him.

A stride and he had reached it.