Gustav Klimt Painting

Gustav Klimt Painting
head reached to the level of the window-sill; my forehead rose above it; my eyes looked between the opening in the blinds ?and I saw ?"A man seated at Mademoiselle Stangerson's little desk, writing. His back was turned toward me. A candle was lit before him, and he bent over the flame, the light from it projecting shapeless shadows. I saw nothing but a monstrous, stooping back.
Gustav Klimt Painting
"Mademoiselle Stangerson herself was not there! ?Her bed had not been lain on! Where, then, was she sleeping that night? Doubtless in the side-room with her women. Perhaps this was but a guess. I must content myself with the joy of finding the man alone. I must be calm to prepare my trap.
Gustav Klimt Painting