She cast a glance at the door; the baron had had a plank nailed over the grating.

He no doubt feared that by this opening she might still by some diabolical means corrupt her guards.
Milady smiled with joy.

She was free now to give way to her transports without being observed.

She traversed her chamber with the excitement of a furious maniac or of a tigress shut up in an iron cage.

CERTES, if the knife had been left in her power, she would now have thought, not of killing herself, but of killing the baron.
At six o'clock Lord de Winter came in.