There was some sound of movement in the room, and, presently, he heard a faint regular breathing.

This continued for some time, and he then heard a sort of grunt.
"He is asleep," he said to himself, and, opening his eyes slightly looked round.

He was in another chamber.

It was grimy with dirt, and almost as unfurnished as the cellar, but there was a window through which the sun was streaming brightly.

He, himself, lay upon a heap of straw.