Suddenly he remembered: in the women's room hung upon a nail.

He went over to the doorway where the red curtain hung down in motionless folds, and hesitated for a moment before pushing it aside with his shoulder as if breaking down some solid obstacle.

A great square of sunshine entering through the window lay on the floor.

On the left he saw Mrs.Almayer's big wooden chest, the lid thrown back, empty; near it the brass nails of Nina's European trunk shone in the large initials N.A.on the cover.

A few of Nina's dresses hung on wooden pegs, stiffened in a look of offended dignity at their abandonment.