"Leave me," she said:
He rose, with some hesitation. Should he go and see if the enemy was behind the curtain or hidden behind the dresses in a cupboard?
She repeated, gently:
"Go . . . I am so sleepy. . . ."
He went away.
But, outside, he stopped behind some trees that formed a dark cluster in front of the castle. He saw a light in Dolores' boudoir. Then the light passed into the bedroom. In a few minutes, all was darkness.
He waited. If the enemy was there, perhaps he would come out of the castle. . . .
An hour elapsed. . . . Two hours. . . . Not a sound. . . .
"There's nothing to be done," thought Lupin. "Either he is burrowing in some corner of the castle . . . or else he has gone out by a door which I cannot see from here. Unless the whole thing is the most ridiculous supposition on my part. . . ."
He lit a cigarette and walked back to the chalet.