Scarcely had he crossed the threshold when an exclamation of surprise rose to Philip's lips.

A few minutes before he had left his room even uncomfortably warm.

A cold draught of air struck his face now, and the light was out.

He remembered that he had left the lamp burning.

He groped his way through the darkness to the table before he lighted a match.
As he touched the flame to the wick he glanced toward the window.