An jenem Tage, in dem Augenblicke, wo er vor der niedrigen Thür des Schlupfwinkels angekommen war und den kunstvollen, kleinen Schlüssel, den er immer in einer an seiner Seite hängenden Tasche bei sich trug, ins Schloß steckte, war ein Tamburin- und Castagnettengeräusch zu seinem Ohre gedrungen.
That day, at the moment when, standing before the low door of his retreat, he was fitting into the lock the complicated little key which he always carried about him in the purse suspended to his side, a sound of tambourine and castanets had reached his ear.