The windows, however, were strictly barred, and every precaution appeared to be taken to prevent an attempt at escape.

Leonard cast an anxious look round as he entered the anteroom, and its luxurious air filled him with anxiety.

His conductress, however, did not allow him time for reflection, but led him into another room, still more richly furnished than the first, and lighted by a large coloured lamp, that shed a warm glow around it.

An old dwarfed African, in a fantastic dress, and with a large scimetar stuck in his girdle, stepped forward on their approach, and shook his head significantly.
"He is dumb," said the old woman, "but his gestures are easy to be understood.

He means that Nizza is worse." Leonard heaved a deep sigh.