Three windows, of which one was roughly glazed, while the others were filled with oiled paper, were set in one wall; the others displaying the stones and mortar without disguise or ornament.

Beside the door through which we had entered stood a silent figure in the grey uniform I had seen below, his lanthorn on the floor at his feet.

A second door at the farther end of the gallery, which was full twenty paces long, was guarded in like manner.

A couple of lanthorns stood in the middle of the floor, and that was all.
Inside the door, M.de Rambouillet with his finger on his lip stopped us, and we stood a little group of three a pace in front of the sentry, and with the empty room before us.

I looked at M.de Rosny, but he was looking at Rambouillet.