I put up prayers to my Deity that he would deliver me from these toils.

What a condition was mine! Immersed in palpable darkness! shut up in this unknown recess! lurking like a robber! My meditations were disturbed by new sounds.

The door was unlocked, more than one person entered the apartment, and light streamed through the keyhole.

I looked; but the aperture was too small and the figures passed too quickly to permit me the sight of them.

I bent my ear, and this imparted some more authentic information.
The man, as I judged by the voice, was the same who had just departed.
Rustling of silk denoted his companion to be female.