I remember that my predominant feeling was neither anxiety for the King nor longing for Flavia, but an intense desire to smoke; and this craving, of course, I could not gratify.
The drawbridge was still in its place.

I saw its airy, slight framework above me, some ten yards to my right, as I crouched with my back against the wall of the King's cell.

I made out a window two yards my side of it and nearly on the same level.

That, if Johann spoke true, must belong to the duke's apartments; and on the other side, in about the same relative position, must be Madame de Mauban's window.

Women are careless, forgetful creatures.