Two or three dark prints--one a portrait of Calvin--with a framed copy of the Geneva catechism, and a small shelf of books, took something from the plainness and added something to the comfort of the apartment, which boasted besides a couple of old oaken dressers, highly polished and gleaming, with long rows of pewter ware.

Two doors stood opposite the entrance and appeared to lead--for one of them stood open--to a couple of closets: bedrooms they could hardly be called, yet in one of them Claude knew that his father had slept.

And his heart warmed to it.
The house was still; the room was somewhat dark, for the windows were low and long, strongly barred, and shaded by the trees, through the cool greenery of which the light filtered in.

The young man stood a moment, and hearing no footstep or movement wondered what he should do.

At length he ventured to the door of the staircase and, opening it, coughed.