"They have discovered our flight," I said, my heart sinking.
Luckily we had had the forethought to draw the curtain across the casement.

Bezers' people could therefore, from their window, see no more than ours, dimly lighted and indistinct.

Yet they would no doubt guess the way we had escaped, and hasten to cut off our retreat below.
For a moment I looked at the door of our room, half-minded to attack it, and fight our way out, taking the chance of reaching the street before Bezers' folk should have recovered from their surprise and gone down.

But then I looked at Madame.

How could we ensure her safety in the struggle?
While I hesitated the choice was taken from us.