She notices one of those large umbrellas which the footmen use on the box in wet weather; she seizes it; she is ready; but when she is ready to go, she sees that the hall-door is fastened by a great iron bar.

She tries to raise it; but the bolt holds fast, resists all her efforts, and the great clock in the hall slowly strikes five.

He is starting at that moment.
She will see him! she will see him! Her will is excited by these obstacles.

She makes a great effort; the bar yields, slips back in the groove.

But Bettina has made a long scratch on her hand, from which issues a slender stream of blood.