Let us go at once." "Yes, let us go.

That is the best thing to do." And she rejoined him.

But she turned round, wishing to give a last look at the chamber.

The lamp was burning with the same soft light, the bouquet of hydrangeas and hollyhocks was blooming as ever, and in her work-frame the unfinished rose, bright and natural as life, seemed to be waiting for her.

But the room itself especially affected her.