Was he like the rat who foresees the sinking of the ship, and tries to escape from it?
The baron laughed so as to make Lenore shudder; why, he was not the man to fall resistless into the hands of his adversary; the next day would bring help.

Ehrenthal could never leave him in the lurch.
It was night when they reached home, and the baron hurried to his own room and went to bed, knowing well, however, that sleep would not visit him that night.

He heard every hour strike, and every hour his pulse beat more stormily and his anguish increased.

He saw no hope of deliverance but in Ehrenthal; yet his horror of appearing before that man as a suppliant forced drops of sweat from his brow.

It was morning before he lost the consciousness of his misery.
Shrill sounds awoke him.