A moment he stood silent and undecided, then his limbs trembled involuntarily, tears streamed from his eyes--it was a convulsive fit of weeping; he pressed his head back.

"God, how unfortunate I am!" were his only words.
So passed some minutes; he had ceased to weep, and was calm; suddenly he sprang up, shot the bolt in the door, drew down the blinds, lighted his candle, and once more looked searchingly around: the key-hole was also stopped up.

He then flung his coat away from him and uncovered the upper part of his body..