The window of the other room, occupied by Savinien, looked, like that of his late father, on the street.

The staircase went up at the back of the house, leaving room for a little study lighted by a small round window opening on the court.
Madame de Portenduere's bedroom, the gloomiest in the house, also looked into the court; but the widow spent all her time in the salon on the ground floor, which communicated by a passage with the kitchen built at the end of the court, so that this salon was made to answer the double purpose of drawing-room and dining-room combined.
The bedroom of the late Monsieur de Portenduere remained as he had left it on the day of his death; there was no change except that he was absent.

Madame de Portenduere had made the bed herself; laying upon it the uniform of a naval captain, his sword, cordon, orders, and hat.

The gold snuff-box from which her late husband had taken snuff for the last time was on the table, with his prayer-book, his watch, and the cup from which he drank.

His white hair, arranged in one curled lock and framed, hung above a crucifix and the holy water in the alcove.