Two o'clock struck at the Trinite.

The Rue de Provence and the Rue Taitbout lay in shadow, bestarred at intervals by bright splashes of light from the gas lamps, which in the distance were merged in yellow mist.

Muffat did not move from where he was standing.

That was the room.
He remembered it now: it had hangings of red "andrinople," and a Louis XIII bed stood at one end of it.

The lamp must be standing on the chimney piece to the right.