The room allotted for Madeline was spacious, but dirty and ill furnished; nor was there aught within it that gave evidence of better days, except a few faded portraits, large as the life, which still hung against the brown and dusty wainscot.
"Is your chamber near this?" asked Madeline, as she cast her eye around.
"Oh, yes, I shall be your neighbour; so don't be uneasy," replied Madame Fleury. Madeline assured her she would not; and then, anxious to be alone, begged she might no longer detain her.—"Good night then, my dear (said Madame Fleury); I shall call you when it is time to breakfast."
Madeline looked behind the window-curtain ere she locked the door; she then recommended herself to the protection of Heaven; and, worn out both by bodily and mental fatigue, repaired to bed, where she slept till her usual hour of rising.
