My left hand, touching a shrub, confirmed me in this belief, and in another moment I distinguished something like the outline of a path stretching away before me.

Following it rapidly--as rapidly as I dared--I came to a corner, as it seemed to me, turned it blindly, and stopped short, peeping into a curtain of solid blackness which barred my path, and overhead mingled confusedly with the dark shapes of trees.

But this, too, after a brief hesitation, I made out to be a wall.

Advancing to it with outstretched hands, I felt the woodwork of a door, and, groping about, lit presently on a loop of cord.

I pulled at this, the door yielded, and I went out.
I found myself in a narrow, dark lane, and looking up and down discovered, what I might have guessed before, that it, was the Ruelle d'Arcy.