Whatever happened, she must not get the smallest glimpse of him or be led by any indiscretion on his part to suspect his presence under the same roof as herself.

Yet he must see all, hear all that was possible to him.

For this a continuance of the present conditions, an open door and no light, were positively requisite.
But how avert the comment which this unusual state of things must awaken if noticed?
But one expedient suggested itself.

He would light a cigar and sit in the window.

If questioned he would say that he was engaged in deciding how he would end the story he was writing; that such contemplation called for darkness but above all for good air; that had the weather been favorable he would have obtained the latter by opening the window; but it being so bad he could only open the door.