“The one with green hangings,” she replied; “I have just been at the trouble of getting it ready, and have put fresh sheets upon the bed; if the gentleman chooses to lollop and lounge upon it, he may make it again himself for me.”

“You are out of humour, mother, but that is no novelty. Have the goodness to follow me, Monsieur.”

He opened the door, and advanced towards a narrow staircase.

“You have got no light!” said Marguerite; “Is it your own neck or the gentleman’s that you have a mind to break?”