Having walked it twice by daylight, Casanova had no difficulty in the dark.

Half way up the hill came a second angle in the wall.

Here he had again to turn to the right, across soft meadow-land, and in the pitchy night had to feel along the wall until he found the garden door.

At length his fingers recognized the change from smooth stone to rough wood, and he could easily make out the framework of the narrow door.

He unlocked it, entered the garden, and made all fast again behind him.
Across the greensward he could now discern house and tower.