He remembered making the pegs himself and noticed that they were very good pegs.

Where was the key?
He looked round and saw it near the door where he stood.

It was red with rust.

He felt very much annoyed at that, and directly afterwards wondered at his own feeling.

What did it matter?
There soon would be no key--no door--nothing! He paused, key in hand, and asked himself whether he knew well what he was about.