He strode to it with a quick heart.

It was empty.

Alarm dislodged anger from his jealous heart, and dread of evil put a thousand questions to him that were answered in air.

After pacing up and down his room he determined to go and ask the boy Thompson, as he called Ripton, what was known to him.
The chamber assigned to Master Ripton Thompson was at the northern extremity of the passage, and overlooked Lobourne and the valley to the West.

The bed stood between the window and the door.