the second door you come to on the right. If it isn't good enough,
let me know."

"It's sure to be," remarked Mavis.

"Parkins, my maid, will come to you in ten minutes. Rest till then,
as to-night I want you to look your best."

Mavis thanked and left Mrs Hamilton. She then found her way to her
chamber. She was as surprised and delighted with this as she had
been with the other two rooms, perhaps more so, because she
reflected, with an immense satisfaction, that it might be her very
own. The room was furnished throughout with satinwood; blue china
bowls decorated the tops of cabinets; a painted satinwood spinet
stood in a corner; the hearth was open and tiled throughout with
blue Dutch tiles; the fire burned in a brass brazier which was
suspended from the chimney.

Thought Mavis, as she looked rapturously about her:

"Just the room I should love to have had for always, if--if things
had been different."

A door on the right of the fireplace attracted her. She turned the
handle of this, to find it opened on to a luxuriously fitted
bathroom, in a corner of which a fire was burning. Mavis returned to
the bedroom, still wondering at the sudden change in her fortunes;
even now, with all these tangible evidences of the alteration in her
condition, she could scarcely believe it to be true: it all seemed
like something out of a book or on the stage, two forms of