Nay, he even suspected that the previous night was the first on which she had given herself to Lorenzi.

Nevertheless, as he made the circuit in the garden within the wall, he continued to indulge these spiteful, lascivious fantasies.
At length he reached the hall door, which he had left open.

He must regain the turret chamber unseen and unheard.

With all possible caution he crept upstairs, and sank into the armchair which stood in front of the table.

The loose leaves of the manuscript seemed to have been awaiting his return.