"Supper awaits you, and when you have done I will show you your chamber.

There are dry shoes by the hearth." He took from the traveller his sopping overcoat and drew from his legs the pulpy riding-boots.

With a bow which might have graced a court he closed the door, leaving Mr.Lovel alone to his entertainment.
It was a small square room panelled to the ceiling in dark oak, and lit by a curious magnificence of candles.

They burned in sconces on the walls and in tall candlesticks on the table, while a log fire on the great stone hearth so added to the glow that the place was as bright as day.

The windows were heavily shuttered and curtained, and in the far corner was a second door.