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As far as Elsie could make out the bedroom was as superbly furnished as the rest of the house. A ragged, waning moon behind the bank of clouds served presently to pick out various objects. It was possible to discern objects here and there, which indicated that the room was occupied by a woman. The dressing-table was littered with silver-mounted trifles, and a great wardrobe with open doors revealed many toilettes. In a spirit of natural curiosity Elsie ranged round the room, trying to keep her courage in hand, and succeeding more or less indifferently. She would have been grateful for a light, but though she could see a score of electric fittings she did not dare to try the experiment. Some fascination drew her towards the bed, and to her surprise she saw that the counterpane was literally smothered with the most beautiful flowers.
They were all white, and when Elsie came to look at them she saw that they were not scattered about heedlessly, but arranged artistically and systematically. A wreath of lilies particularly aroused Elsie's admiration, and she stooped to smell them.