A long corridor, lit by an oriel window, through which the rainy twilight stole eerily enough, led to a baize door.

The baize door opened into a shorter corridor, terminated by a second door, the upper half of glass.

This was the door of a study, simply furnished, the walls lined with book-shelves, surmounted by busts.

Adjoining was a bathroom, adjoining that a bedroom.

Fires burned in all, and the curtained windows commanded a wide western prospect of flower-garden, waving trees, spreading fields, and the great St.Lawrence melting into the low western sky.
"Mr.Richards ought to be very comfortable here," thought Grace.