Of course she had expected him to look about.

One couldn't help seeing, unless one were blind.

He would have cut off a hand before opening one of the dressing-table drawers.

But Marette herself had told him to hide behind the curtains if it became necessary, and it was an excusable caution for him to look behind those curtains now, to see what sort of hiding-place he had.

He returned to the door first and listened.