It is bound to go," he said, panting a little.
"Really, Charles," I remonstrated--"a lady's private apartment! Miss Derrick, I wonder you allow this." Charles retreated again, and then made a fresh and even fiercer onslaught on the door.

There was a sound of splintering wood and of bursting screws, and in another moment the door flew open inward, and Charles was precipitated head-foremost into the room, his evening-pumps flourishing wildly in the air.

In an instant he was on his feet again, gasping hard, and had seized the lamp out of Evelyn's hand.

Before I had time to remonstrate on the liberty that he was taking, we were all three in the room.
It was empty! In one corner stood a box, half packed, with various articles of clothing lying by it.

On the dressing-table was a whole medley of little feminine knick-knacks, with a candlestick in the midst, the dead wick still smoking in the socket, and accounting for the disappearance of the light a few minutes before.