6/16 Her voice dropped softly to lower tones. "Might we be pardoned, do you think, if we ventured to peep into Mr.Keller's room ?" She spoke of "Mr.Keller's room" as if it had been a shrine, approachable only by a few favored worshippers. "Where is it ?" she inquired, with breathless interest. I led the way out into the passage, and threw open the door without ceremony. Madame Fontaine looked at me as if I had committed an act of sacrilege. |