He clenched his teeth, expecting a swift step and the curtain to be torn aside.

The window was shut; he would never have time to open it and leap out and take his chance with the sentry underneath.

He was caught in a trap, and Clementina waited for him in the avenue, under the fourth tree.

All was lost, it seemed, and by his own folly, his own confidence.

Had he only told her of the tavern under the city wall, where the carriage stood with its horses harnessed in the shafts, she might still have escaped, though he was trapped.