"But we must hurry on, children.

We have not seen the 'Petite Galerie' yet--dear me, how many years it is since I was in it!--and some of the most beautiful pictures are there." They passed on--grandmother leaning on aunty's arm--the three children close behind, through a room called the "Salle des Sept Cheminees," along a vestibule filled with cases of jewellery, leading again to one of the great staircases.

Something in the vestibule attracted grandmother's attention, and she stopped for a moment.

Sylvia, not interested in what the others were looking at, turned round and retraced her steps a few paces by the way they had entered the hall.

A thought had struck her.
"I'd like just to run back for a moment to Henry the Fourth's Room," she said to herself.