To all appearance, the room was entirely unfurnished, except that in the middle of it was a hideous papier mache screen.
After her first bewildered inspection of her surroundings, it was upon this screen that her attention was naturally directed.

Obviously it must be there to conceal something.

Very carefully she leaned out of bed until she was able to see around the corner of it.

Then her heart gave a little jump and she was only just able to stifle an exclamation of fear.
Some one was sitting there--a man--sitting on a battered cane chair, bending over a roll of papers which were stretched upon a rude deal table.

She felt her cheeks grow hot.