The room was a disappointment in that first glance.

He could see nothing of its mystery, nothing of that strangeness, quite indefinable even to himself, which he had expected.
And then, as he stood there staring about with wide-open eyes, the truth flashed upon him with a suddenness that drew a quick breath from his lips.

He was standing in a _woman's room_! There was no doubt.
It looked very much as though a woman had left it only recently.

There was a bed, fresh and clean, with a white counterpane.

She had left on that bed a--nightgown; yes, and he noticed that it had a frill of lace at the neck.