CHAPTER VI.
DOORY.
She was a very small, spare woman, in a blue print with little white spots--straight, not bowed like her husband.

Otherwise she seemed at first exactly like him.

But ere the evening was over, Donal saw there was no featural resemblance between the two faces, and was puzzled to understand how the two expressions came to be so like: as they sat it seemed in the silence as if they were the same person thinking in two shapes and two places.
Following the old woman, Donal ascended a steep and narrow stair, which soon brought him to a landing where was light, coming mainly through green leaves, for the window in the little passage was filled with plants.

His guide led him into what seemed to him an enchanting room--homely enough it was, but luxurious compared to what he had been accustomed to.

He saw white walls and a brown-hued but clean-swept wooden floor, on which shone a keen-eyed little fire from a low grate.
Two easy chairs, covered with some party-coloured striped stuff, stood one on each side of the fire.