She seemed much older than I, of course, being a girl, and beautiful and self-possessed; and she was as scornful of me as if she had been one-and-twenty, and a queen.
We went into the house by a side door, the great front entrance had two chains across it outside,--and the first thing I noticed was, that the passages were all dark, and that she had left a candle burning there.
She took it up, and we went through more passages and up a staircase, and still it was all dark, and only the candle lighted us.
At last we came to the door of a room, and she said, "Go in." I answered, more in shyness than politeness, "After you, miss." To this she returned: "Don't be ridiculous, boy; I am not going in." And scornfully walked away, and--what was worse--took the candle with her.
This was very uncomfortable, and I was half afraid.

However, the only thing to be done being to knock at the door, I knocked, and was told from within to enter.

I entered, therefore, and found myself in a pretty large room, well lighted with wax candles.

No glimpse of daylight was to be seen in it.

It was a dressing-room, as I supposed from the furniture, though much of it was of forms and uses then quite unknown to me.