As the light of the street lamps from time to time flashed in at the windows Paul saw that Ida's face continued to wear the look of helpless daze which it had assumed from the moment that the sight of the dead woman in the cabinet had convinced her that she could not trust her own knowledge as to the relations of those about her.
But when at last the carriage rolled through the gates of Miss Ludington's estate, and the houses of the mimic village began to glance by, her manner instantly changed.

With an exclamation of joyful surprise, she put her head out at the window, and then looking back at them, cried, delightedly, "Why it's Hilton! You have brought me home! There's our house!" No sooner had she alighted than she ran up the walk to the door, and tried to open it.

Paul, hurrying after, unlocked it, and she burst in, while he and Miss Ludington followed her, wondering.
The servants had gone to bed, leaving the lower part of the house dimly lighted.

Ida hurried on ahead from room to room with the confident step of one whose feet knew every turning.

It was evident that she needed no one to introduce her there.
When Miss Ludington and Paul followed her into the sitting-room, she was standing before her own picture in an attitude of utter astonishment.
"Where did they get that picture of me ?" she demanded.