It contained only a writing-table, two simple chairs, a straight-backed divan covered with leather, and a large chest of black oak bound with ornamented steel work.

The window was curtained with dark stuff, and two wax candles burned steadily beside the writing-materials that were spread out ready for use.
"This is the room," Don John said, speaking for the first time since they had entered the apartments.
Dolores let her head fall back, and began to loosen her cloak at her throat without answering him.

He helped her, and laid the long garment upon the divan.

Then he turned and saw her in the full light of the candles, looking at him, and he uttered an exclamation.
"What is it ?" she asked almost dreamily.
"You are very beautiful," he answered in a low voice.

"You are the most beautiful woman I ever saw." The merest girl knows the tone of a man whose genuine admiration breaks out unconsciously in plain words, and Dolores was a grown woman.