Gothon, after finishing her work, saw the light under the door.

Her thoughts recurred to that poor Baptiste, who, perhaps, was groaning in purgatory for having let himself tumble from a roof.

Hoping that Fougas could give her some news of her lover, she rapped several times, at first softly, then much louder.

The Colonel's silence and the lighted candle made it seem to the servant that there was something wrong.

The fire might catch the curtains, and from thence the whole building.