There were low lights burning.

There were heavy scents that were strange to her.

There was a fantastic gloom from old armor, and old weapons, and old pictures in the dull rich chambers.

The sound of her wooden shoes was lost in the softness and thickness of the carpets.
It was not the home of a poor man.

A great terror froze her heart,--if she were not wanted here?
She went quickly through three rooms, seeing no one and at the end of the third there were folding doors.
"It is I--Bebee." she said softly, as she pushed them gently apart; and she held out the two moss-rosebuds.
Then the words died on her lips, and a great horror froze her, still and silent, there.
She saw the dusky room as in a dream.