at first exactly like him. But ere the evening was over, Donal saw
there was no featural resemblance between the two faces, and was
puzzled to understand how the two expressions came to be so like: as
they sat it seemed in the silence as if they were the same person
thinking in two shapes and two places.

Following the old woman, Donal ascended a steep and narrow stair,
which soon brought him to a landing where was light, coming mainly
through green leaves, for the window in the little passage was
filled with plants. His guide led him into what seemed to him an
enchanting room--homely enough it was, but luxurious compared to
what he had been accustomed to. He saw white walls and a brown-hued
but clean-swept wooden floor, on which shone a keen-eyed little fire
from a low grate. Two easy chairs, covered with some party-coloured
striped stuff, stood one on each side of the fire. A kettle was
singing on the hob. The white deal-table was set for tea--with a
fat brown teapot, and cups of a gorgeous pattern in bronze, that
shone in the firelight like red gold. In one of the walls was a
box-bed.

"I'll lat ye see what accommodation we hae at yer service, sir,"
said Doory, "an' gien that'll shuit ye, ye s' be welcome."

So saying, she opened what looked like the door of a cupboard at the
side of the fireplace. It disclosed a neat little parlour, with a
sweet air in it. The floor was sanded, and so much the cleaner than
if it had been carpeted. A small mahogany table, black with age,
stood in the middle. On a side-table covered with a cloth of faded
green, lay a large family bible; behind it were a few books and a
tea-caddy. In the side of the wall opposite the window, was again a