But the wind, which beat into the passage through the open window, rendered the precaution too perilous.
She went forward two paces into the room, and as the roll of the thunder died away she stooped forward and listened with painful intensity for the sound of Count Hannibal's breathing.

But the window was open, and the hiss of the rain persisted; she could hear nothing through it, and fearfully she took another step forward.

The window should be before her; the bed in the corner to the left.

But nothing of either could she make out.

She must wait for the lightning.
It came, and for a second or more the room shone.