Mr.Engelman lit the candles in his own room.

The widow took one of them from him, and threw the light skillfully on the different objects about her.

She was still a little subdued; but she showed her knowledge of wood-carving by picking out the two finest specimens in the room--a wardrobe and a toilet-table.
"My poor husband was fond of old carving," she explained modestly; "what I know about it, I know from him.

Dear Mr.Engelman, your room is a picture in itself.

What glorious colors! How simple and how grand! Might we----" she paused, with a becoming appearance of confusion.