Now I am going to take you first into a little den where you will not be disturbed, and then fetch my uncle," she added, as they passed into the house.

"I shall pray for your mutual conversion.

You won't mind a very feminine room, will you?
Just now there are certain to be callers at any moment, and my uncle's rooms are liable to all manner of intrusions." She threw open the door and ushered him into what seemed indeed to be a little fairy chamber, a chamber with yellow walls and yellow rug, white furniture, oddments of china and photographs, silver-grey etchings, water-colour landscapes, piles of books and magazines.

On a small table stood a yellow Sevres vase, full of roses.
"It's a horrible place for a man to sit in," she said, looking around her.

"You must take that wicker chair and throw away as many cushions as you like.