An iron pot and a second stool--the latter casting a long shadow across the floor--stood beside the handful of wood ashes, which smouldered on the hearth.

And that was all the furniture I saw, except a bed which filled the farther end of the long narrow room, and was curtained off so as to form a kind of miserable alcove.
A glance sufficed to show me all this, and that the room was empty, or apparently empty.

Yet I looked again and again, stupefied.

At last finding my voice, I turned to the young man who had brought us hither, and with a fierce oath demanded of him what he meant.
He shrank back behind the open door, and yet; answered with a kind of sullen surprise that I had asked for Madame de Bonne's, and this was it.
'Madame de Bonne's!' I muttered.

'This Madame de Bonne's!' He nodded.
'Of course it is! And you know it!' mademoiselle hissed in my ear, her voice, as she interposed, hoarse with passion.