The dampness had rotted it until, in some places, it had fallen away in strips from its fastenings.

A quaint, embroidered couch stood in one corner, and as Betty looked at it, a mouse crept from under the tattered valance, stared at her in alarm and suddenly darted back again, in terror of intrusion so unusual.

A casement window swung open, on a broken hinge, and a strong branch of ivy, having forced its way inside, had thrown a covering of leaves over the deep ledge, and was beginning to climb the inner woodwork.

Through the casement was to be seen a heavenly spread of country, whose rolling lands were clad softly in green pastures and thick-branched trees.
"This is the Rosebud Boudoir," said Lady Anstruthers, smiling faintly.
"All the rooms have names.

I thought them so delightful, when I first heard them.