But there is still Louis.

I will call him and he will get you something.' She was gone from the room before I could stop her, and I stood leaning against the table possessor at last of the secret which I had come so far to win; able in a moment to open the door and go out into the night, and make use of it--and yet the most unhappy of men.

The sweat stood on my brow; my eyes wandered round the room; I turned towards the door, with some mad thought of flight--of flight from her, from the house, from everything; and I had actually taken a step towards this, when on the door, the outer door, there came a sudden hurried knocking which jarred every nerve in my body.

I started, and stopped.

I stood a moment in the middle of the floor gazing at the door, as at a ghost.