"I want to notice the shape of it exactly, and how many windows there are, and then I think I can fancy to myself how it looked _then_, with the tapestry and all the old-fashioned furniture." No sooner thought than done.

In a moment she was back in the room which had so curiously fascinated her, taking accurate note of its features.
"I shall remember it now," she said to herself, after gazing round her for a minute or two.

"Now I must run after grandmother and the others, or they'll be thinking I am lost." She turned with a little laugh at the idea, and hastened out of the room, through the few groups of people standing or moving about, looking at the pictures--hastened out, expecting in another moment to see the familiar figures.

The room into which she made her way was also filled with pictures, as had been the one through which she had entered the "Salle Henri II." She crossed it without misgiving: she had no idea that she had left the Salle Henri II.

by the opposite door from that by which she had entered it! Poor little Sylvia, she did not know that grandmother's warning was actually to be fulfilled.