Morgan stopped, as on the other side of the wall, to listen, while his eyes tried to pierce the darkness made deeper by the foliage of poplars and aspens, and the heavy shadows of the little wood.

All was silent and solitary.

Morgan ventured on his path.

We say ventured, because the young man, since nearing the Chateau des Noires-Fontaines, revealed in all his movement a timidity and hesitation so foreign to his character that it was evident that if he feared it was not for himself alone.
He gained the edge of the wood, still moving cautiously.

Coming to a lawn, at the end of which was the little chateau, he paused.