No doubt she feared his wrath, and was hidden under her bed or behind the curtain which covered his clothes.

"The dog," thought he, "is still cowering by her--" and he began to make a noise, half whistling and half hissing, which Iambe could not bear, and which always provoked her to bark angrily--but in vain.

All was still in the vacant room, still as death.

He was now seriously anxious; at first deliberately, and then with rapid haste, he threw the light under every vessel, into every corner, behind every cloth, and rummaged in places that not even a child--nay hardly a frightened bird could have availed itself of for concealment.

At last his right hand fairly dropped the ropes, and his left, in which he held the lamp, began to tremble.