He was by no means unwilling to do so, but he gave one last look round for his conductor.

He was gone.
For about half a second Hugh felt a little frightened and bewildered.
"I wish Dudu had come with me," he said.

But almost before he had time to think the wish, what he saw before him so absorbed his attention that he forgot everything else.
It was a long, long passage, high in the roof, though narrow of course in comparison with its length, but wide enough for Hugh--for Hugh and Jeanne hand-in-hand even--to walk along with perfect comfort and great satisfaction, for oh, it was so prettily lighted up! You have, I daresay, children, often admired in London or Paris, or some great town, the rows of gas lamps lighting up at night miles of some very long street.

Fancy those lights infinitely brighter and clearer, and yet softer than any lamps you ever saw, and each one of a different colour, from the richest crimson to the softest pale blue, and you will have some idea how pretty the long corridor before him looked to Hugh.

He stepped along delightedly, as well he might.