I slipped in two more books among the music.

I disposed of another in the back drawing-room, under some unfinished embroidery, which I knew to be of Lady Verinder's working.

A third little room opened out of the back drawing-room, from which it was shut off by curtains instead of a door.

My aunt's plain old-fashioned fan was on the chimney-piece.

I opened my ninth book at a very special passage, and put the fan in as a marker, to keep the place.
The question then came, whether I should go higher still, and try the bed-room floor--at the risk, undoubtedly, of being insulted, if the person with the cap-ribbons happened to be in the upper regions of the house, and to find me put.