Anselmo carefully opened the door and listened. All was still in the house, and, going on tiptoe, he glided up to the next story and into Jane's room. Merciful God, it was empty!
Uttering a cry he rushed out of the room and down the stairs, and, a prey to despair, hurried out into the dark night.
CHAPTER XXXIV
A SHOT
In deep silence Gontram and Spero walked along the Champs-Elysées, which at this time of the day was deserted. They were both indulging in day-dreams and permitted the magical spring air to affect them.
"Confound the slow pokes," cried the painter at length, after the two young men had been walking up and down for over an hour; "I will go directly to the point."
Spero looked up in amazement. Buried in thought, he believed his friend had spoken to him, and so he said confusedly:
"Excuse me, Gontram, I was thinking of something else and didn't catch your meaning."