As she entered I saw standing at the opening the same brown and wrinkled old dame who had served that night before in Washington! For an instant the light dazzled my eyes, but, determined now to see this adventure through, I stepped within.

Then, indeed, I found it difficult to stifle the exclamation of surprise which came to my lips.
Believe it or not, as you like, we _were_ again in Washington! I say that I was confronted by the identical arrangement, the identical objects of furnishing, which had marked the luxurious boudoir of Helena von Ritz in Washington! The tables were the same, the chairs, the mirrors, the consoles.

On the mantel stood the same girandoles with glittering crystals.

The pictures upon the walls, so far as I could remember their themes, did not deviate in any particular of detail or arrangement.

The oval-backed chairs were duplicates of those I had seen that other night at midnight.