Was it not wise to foster this persuasion?
Should I maintain deep silence, this, in addition to other circumstances, might encourage the belief, and he would once more depart.

Every new reflection added plausibility to this reasoning.

It was presently more strongly enforced, when I noticed footsteps withdrawing from the door.

The blood once more flowed back to my heart, and a dawn of exultation began to rise: but my joy was short lived.

Instead of descending the stairs, he passed to the door of the opposite chamber, opened it, and having entered, shut it after him with a violence that shook the house.
How was I to interpret this circumstance?
For what end could he have entered this chamber?
Did the violence with which he closed the door testify the depth of his vexation?
This room was usually occupied by Pleyel.