He turned and went down the steep, which, in this part, was not difficult to be scaled.
My conjecture then had been right.

Carwin has softly opened the door, descended the stairs, and issued forth.

That I should not have overheard his steps, was only less incredible than that my eyes had deceived me.
But what was now to be done?
The house was at length delivered from this detested inmate.

By one avenue might he again re-enter.

Was it not wise to bar the lower door?
Perhaps he had gone out by the kitchen door.