"The spare-room, the landlady's spare-room, on the third floor front.

Offer Miss Vanstone all articles connected with the toilet of which she may stand in need.

She has no luggage with her.
Supply the deficiency, and then come back and make tea." Mrs.Wragge acknowledged the receipt of these lofty directions by a look of placid bewilderment, and led the way out of the room; Magdalen following her, with a candle presented by the attentive captain.

As soon as they were alone on the landing outside, Mrs.Wragge raised the tattered old book which she had been reading when Magdalen was first presented to her, and which she had never let out of her hand since, and slowly tapped herself on the forehead with it.

"Oh, my poor head!" said the tall lady, in meek soliloquy; "it's Buzzing again worse than ever!" "Buzzing ?" repeated Magdalen, in the utmost astonishment.
Mrs.Wragge ascended the stairs, without offering any explanation, stopped at one of the rooms on the second floor, and led the way in.
"This is not the third floor," said Magdalen.