As quietly as possible he relighted his candle.

A glance assured him that this hall was different from the others; it was deeper, and there were two doors at the end of it instead of one.

Through which of these doors had come the sound of sobbing he had heard?
He approached and listened.

Each moment added to his excitement, his fears, his hopes, but at last he opened the door on the left.

The room was empty; there was the same disorder as before; the same signs of hurried flight.