My feet were frozen with long standing--I think the corpse we left was scarce colder--but my head was hot with feverish doubts and fears.

The moon had sunk and the streets were dark.

Our torch had burned out, and we had no light.

But where my followers saw only blackness and vacancy, I saw an evil smile and a lean visage fraught with menace and exultation.
For the more closely I directed my mind to the position in which I stood, the graver it seemed.

Pitted against Bruhl alone, amid strange surroundings and in an atmosphere of Court intrigue, I had thought my task sufficiently difficult and the disadvantages under which I laboured sufficiently serious before this interview.