Lucius Davoren, Volume II by Mary Elizabeth Braddon

When Lucius made his early visit-now always the first duty of every day-to Cedar House on the following morning, he found that Lucille had already acted upon his advice. The dressing-room-a slip of a room communicating with Mr. Sivewright's spacious chamber-had been furnished in a rough-and-ready manner with a chair and table, an old cabinet, brought down from the loft, to hold cups and glasses, medicine bottles, and other oddments; a little row of saucepans, neatly arranged in a cupboard by the small fireplace; and a narrow little iron bedstead in a corner of the room.

‘I shall sleep here at night,' said Lucille, as Lucius surveyed her preparations, ‘and if I keep that door ajar, I can hear every sound in the next room.'