above, and Paul, following the direction of her eyes, observed a
model of Father Time reclining upon a shelf near the ceiling. The
figure's scythe was broken; his limbs were in shackles, and his body
covered with chains. It was an original conception, and Henley could
not help asking if Time had really been checked in his onward march
at Guir House.

"Ah!" said Dorothy, "that is a symbol of a great truth; but I am not
surprised at your asking"; then, turning to the old man, added: "Mr.
Henley has not yet been shown to his room, and I am sure he would
like to see it. It is the west chamber."

"True," said Ah Ben, rising and taking a candle from the mantel,
which he lighted with a firebrand; "if Mr. Henley will follow me, I
shall take pleasure in pointing it out to him."

Paul followed the elder man up the black stairs, through devious
passages, and past doors with pictured panels, until he began to
wonder if he could ever find his way back again. At last they stopped
before a rough door, hung with massive hinges stretching half way
across it, discolored with rust, and looking as if they had not been
moved in an age, and which creaked dismally as Ah Ben entered.

"This will be your room," he said, bowing courteously, and placing
the candle upon the table near the chimney. He then reminded Henley
that their evening meal would soon be ready. "If there is anything
further which you will need, pray let me know," he added, and then
retired.

"I should like my luggage," said Paul, having left it below, with the