Not a gleam of light met my eye from the smallest scintillating pane.

Was the house as soundless as it was dark?
I listened but heard nothing.

I listened again and still heard nothing.
Then I proceeded boldly up the steps and laid my hand on the door.
It was unlatched and yielded to my touch.

Light or no light, sound or no sound there was some one within.

The fire which had sent its attenuated streak of smoke up into the moonlit air, was burning yet on one of the many hearths within, and before it I should presently see-- Whom?
What?
The question scarcely interested me.
Nevertheless I proceeded to enter and close the door carefully behind me.
As I did so, I cast an involuntary glance without.