He bounded forward.

In a moment he would see the face, and would know-- When he awoke a sense of strangeness hung about him, and, as he sat up in bed, he remembered.

This was the hotel at St.Jean de Luz.

What could be the time?
He had no matches at hand, and did not know where the bell was.

Looking around, he perceived at length a thread of light, of daylight undoubtedly, which must come from the window.