His captors had trussed him tenderly, for his bonds did not hurt, though a few experiments convinced him that they were sufficiently secure.

His chief grievance was a sharp recollection that he had not supped; but, being a philosopher, he reflected that, though hungry, he was warm.

He was in a glass coach driven rapidly on a rough road, and outside the weather seemed to be wild, for the snow was crusted on the window.

There were riders in attendance; he could hear the click-clack of ridden horses.

Sometimes a lantern flashed on the pane, and a face peered dimly through the frost.
It seemed a face that he had seen before.
Presently Mr.Lovel began to consider his position.