He found presently that for which he had been looking--his cloak.

He disentangled it, with a peculiar look, from a woman's hood, contact with which he avoided with care.

That done, he cast it over his arm, and got back into his closet.
Claude heard him moving there, and presently he emerged a second time.
Precisely as he did so Claude caught the sound of a light footstep on the stairs, the stair door opened, and Anne, her face weary, but composed, came in.

Her first glance fell on Louis, who, with his sack and cloak on his arm, was in the act of closing the closet door.

Habit carried her second look to the hearth.
"You have let the fire go out," she said.