Elfrida had brought all her possessions with her, and took a nameless comfort in arranging them as she liked them best.

"Try to feel at home," she said whimsically to her Indian zither as she hung it up.

"We shall miss Paris, you and I, but one day we shall go back together." A Japanese screen wandered across the room and made a bedroom of the end.

Elfrida had to buy that, and spent a day in finding a cheap one which did not offend her.

The floor was bare except for a little Afghan prayer-carpet, Mrs.Jordan having removed, in suspicions astonishment, an almost new tapestry of as nice a pattern as she ever set eyes on, at her lodger's request.