She never left Louise's room without turning the key in the lock, and she steadfastly refused the girl permission to wander in the other rooms of the house.

The prison was a real prison, indeed, but the turnkey sought to alleviate the prisoner's misery by every means in her power.

She was indefatigable in her service, keeping the room warm and neat, attending to the girl's every want and cooking her delicious meals.
While this all tended to Louise's comfort it had little affect in soothing her misery.

Between periods of weeping she sought to cajole the old woman to release her, and at times she succumbed to blank despair.
Arthur was always in her mind, and she wondered why he did not come to rescue her.

Every night she stole softly from her bed to try the door, hoping Cerise had forgotten to lock it.