This knight was an old friend.

Mopsie had been very fond of a nook formed by the angle of the wall at his back, and in the days of our "readings" had dragged a deep-seated arm-chair from a near room, and arranged a tall light screen behind his shoulders, forming a tiny triangular chamber.

When I came upon this retreat now I took possession of it, for it was a pleasant place to sit in.

The massive helmet of the knight on his pedestal soared above the top of the screen, and stood out in bold relief against the soft brilliance of the painted dome.

I seated myself in Mopsie's chair, and drew a little book from my pocket.