Up he went, three floors, and up after him scrambled the Pasteur.

Suddenly Godfrey stopped at a door and not waiting to ring the bell, knocked with his hand.

Immediately it opened and Godfrey, with his companion, passed into a very dark hall round which were several other doors.

Here in the gloom the Pasteur lost him.
Godfrey had gone through one of the doors, but which he could not see.
He stood still, listening, and presently heard a deep peculiar voice speaking English with a very foreign accent, say: "So you have come to see your godmamma, my dear little clever boy.
Well, I thought you would, and last night I sent you a pretty messenger to give you remembrance." Then the Pasteur found the handle of the door and entered the room.

It was a curious place draped, not without taste of a bizarre kind, in vivid colours, wherein purple dominated, and it gave an idea of mingled magnificence and squalor.