You'll have to seek for her shoes in the bog to-morrow.

We crept through a broken hedge, groped our way up the path, and planted ourselves on a flower-plot under the drawing-room window.

The light came from thence; they had not put up the shutters, and the curtains were only half closed.

Both of us were able to look in by standing on the basement, and clinging to the ledge, and we saw--ah! it was beautiful--a splendid place carpeted with crimson, and crimson-covered chairs and tables, and a pure white ceiling bordered by gold, a shower of glass-drops hanging in silver chains from the centre, and shimmering with little soft tapers.

Old Mr.and Mrs.Linton were not there; Edgar and his sisters had it entirely to themselves.