Patty was discovering that she was susceptible to what Elise chose to
call wasted emotion, and she found herself again on the verge of tears
when they entered the Chapel. Though she did not know enough of
architecture to survey intelligently the somewhat pompous apartment, she
was delightfully impressed by the rich adornments and the wonderful
sculptures, bronzes and paintings.

Rather rapidly they passed through the various SALONS of the museum,
pausing here and there, as one or another of the party wished to examine
something in particular. The State Rooms and Royal Apartments were most
interesting, but Patty concluded that she liked best of all the Gallery
of Battles. The splendid pictures of war enthralled her, and she would
have been glad had the rest of the party left her to spend the entire
day alone in the great gallery.

But this, of course, they had no wish to do, and with a last lingering
glance at the picture of Napoleon at the battle of Jena, she reluctantly
allowed herself to be led away.

Napoleon was one of Patty's heroes, and she was eagerly interested in
all of the many relics and souvenirs of the great man.

Especially was she interested in his bedroom, and greatly admired the
gorgeous furnishings and quaint, old-fashioned French bedstead.

Having scurried through the palace and museum, Mr. Farrington declared
that he could do no more sightseeing until he had eaten some sustaining
luncheon.