Disbrowe looked after him for a moment, as if uncertain whether to follow, and then hurrying to the house, stationed himself beneath the porch.
"I will stab him as he comes forth," he muttered, drawing his sword, and hiding it beneath his mantle.
Parravicin, meanwhile, having let himself into the house, marched boldly forward, though the passage was buried in darkness, and he was utterly unacquainted with it.

Feeling against the wall, he presently discovered a door, and opening it, entered a room lighted by a small silver lamp placed on a marble slab.

The room was empty, but its furniture and arrangements proclaimed it the favourite retreat of the fair mistress of the abode.

Parravicin gazed curiously round, as if anxious to gather from what he saw some idea of the person he so soon expected to encounter.

Everything betokened a refined and luxurious taste.