No regard was paid to his eager little voice, and his cries and distress were redoubled.  Where was Faith?  What did it all mean?  He was confused, frightened, pained.  He could not comprehend how or why. Turning his back at last to the inhospitable closed door, and standing, a pitiable little object, with all his golden curls lying in a tangled mass on his forehead, he saw a welcome light in another part of the room.  This light came from the door which opened on to the passage, and was but very seldom used.  Now, through some accident, it was about an inch or two ajar.