The Simons have just gone, and I want to assure myself that everything is all right in the Tower.

Cochefer has been in charge, but I like to cast an eye over the brat every day myself." He went out again, slamming the door behind him.

His heavy footsteps were heard treading the flagstones of the corridor, and gradually dying away in the distance.

Armand had paid no heed either to his entrance or to his exit.

He was only conscious of an intense weariness, and would at this moment gladly have laid his head on the scaffold if on it he could find rest.
A white-faced clock on the wall ticked off the seconds one by one.