The room hasn't changed so far as I can see.

The same old tiger-skin there, the rugs, the books, the pictures--the leopard's skin here and the--yes, the lamp is just where it used to be.

'Pon my soul, I believe you are standing just as you were when I last saw you here.

It's uncanny.

One might think you had not moved in all these months!" "Or that it has been a minute instead of a year," she supplemented.