All these rooms seemed empty.

Eugenia passed along, and stopped a moment on the threshold of each.

"Comme c'est bien!" she murmured again; she had thought of just such a house as this when she decided to come to America.

She opened the front door for herself--her light tread had summoned none of the servants--and on the threshold she gave a last look.

Outside, she was still in the humor for curious contemplation; so instead of going directly down the little drive, to the gate, she wandered away towards the garden, which lay to the right of the house.