She was almost frightened for a moment when she felt that it turned without difficulty and that when she pushed upon the door itself it slowly and heavily opened.

It was a massive door and opened into a big bedroom.

There were embroidered hangings on the wall, and inlaid furniture such as she had seen in India stood about the room.

A broad window with leaded panes looked out upon the moor; and over the mantel was another portrait of the stiff, plain little girl who seemed to stare at her more curiously than ever.
"Perhaps she slept here once," said Mary.

"She stares at me so that she makes me feel queer." After that she opened more doors and more.