Unlocking the door, he traversed the walk rendered almost invisible by the darkness.
Beaching the house, he lighted a lamp and ascended the stairs to a room, which, in better times, he was accustomed to use as a bed-room, when occasionally he passed the night at the pavilion.
Casting his cloak upon a chair, he seated himself near a table, evidently a prey to distracting thoughts.

He drew a phial from his doublet, and fixed his eyes upon it.

By degrees, however, the clouds seemed to pass from his mind.

He replaced the phial in his doublet, and said, calmly: "Why am I so terrified?
Did I not expect the search?
Have not my precautions been well taken?
What have I to fear?
Julio is already at such a distance that he cannot be overtaken.

If the corpse be found in the cellar, I will impute the crime to Julio.