She had found a step that fitted into the small of her back, and another that supported her head, and there she was fast as a door.
At this moment Raynal's voice was heard calling him.
"There is a light in that bedroom." "It is not a bedroom, colonel; it is our sitting-room now.

We shall find them all there, or at least the young ladies; and perhaps the doctor.
The baroness goes to bed early.

Meantime I can show you one of our dramatis personae, and an important one too.

She rules the roost." He took him mysteriously and showed him Jacintha.
Moonlight by itself seems white, and candlelight by itself seems yellow; but when the two come into close contrast at night, candle turns a reddish flame, and moonlight a bluish gleam.
So Jacintha, with her shoes in this celestial sheen, and her face in that demoniacal glare, was enough to knock the gazer's eye out.
"Make a good sentinel--this one," said Raynal--"an outlying picket for instance, on rough ground, in front of the enemy's riflemen." "Ha! ha! colonel! Let us see where this staircase leads.

I have an idea it will prove a short cut." "Where to ?" "To the saloon, or somewhere, or else to some of Jacintha's haunts.
Serve her right for going to sleep at the mouth of her den." "Forward then--no, halt! Suppose it leads to the bedrooms?
Mind this is a thundering place for ceremony.