CHAPTER VI.
THE BOUDOIR OF THE BARONESS A woman's counsel brought us first to woe .-- _Dryden_.
"Wait!" she said.

"We shall have candles." She clapped her hands sharply, and again there entered the silent old serving-woman, who, obedient to a gesture, proceeded to light additional candles in the prism stands and sconces.

The apartment was now distinct in all its details under this additional flood of light.

Decently as I might I looked about.

I was forced to stifle the exclamation of surprise which rose to my lips.
We were plain folk enough in Washington at that time.