Then he went and had supper at a wineshop, and after sauntering on the Boulevards until the streets began to be deserted he again crossed the river and made his way to the mansion.

Not a light was to be seen in the windows and all was still and quiet.

The great door stood open.

The work of destruction was complete; the house was stripped of everything that could be carried away.
Harry made his way up to the bedroom of the marquis.

The massive bedstead still stood in its place, having defied the efforts of destruction which had proved successful with the cabinets and other furniture.