CHAPTER XXXVI.
WISE RESOLVES.
Musing over this boyish adventure, I fell into a deep slumber, and on awakening it took me some minutes before I could recall my senses sufficiently to know where I was.

The whole face of things in my room was completely changed.

Flowers had been put in the china vases upon the tables--two handsome lamps, shaded with gauzes, stood upon the consoles -- illustrated books, prints, and caricatures, were scattered about.

A piano-forte had also, by some witchcraft, insinuated itself into a recess near the sofa--a handsome little tea service, of old Dresden china, graced a marquetry table--and a little picquet table stood most invitingly beside the fire.

I had scarcely time to turn my eyes from one to the other of these new occupants, when I heard the handle of my door gently turn, as if by some cautious hand, and immediately closed my eyes and feigned sleep.