Buck, will you take the doctor up to his room ?" She managed a faint smile.

"This is an old-fashioned house, Doctor Byrne, but I hope we can make you fairly comfortable.

You'll ask for whatever you need ?" The doctor bowed, and was told that they would dine in half an hour, then the girl went back towards the room in which Joe Cumberland lay.
She walked slowly, with her head bent, and her posture seemed to Byrne the very picture of a burden-bearer.

Then he followed Daniels up the stairs, led by the jingling of the spurs, great-rowelled spurs that might grip the side of a refractory horse like teeth.
A hall-light guided them, and from the hall Buck Daniels entered a room and fumbled above him until he had lighted a lamp which was suspended by two chains from the ceiling, a circular burner which cast a glow as keen as an electric globe.

It brought out every detail of the old-fashioned room--the bare, painted floor; the bed, in itself a separate and important piece of architecture with its four tall posts, a relic of the times when beds were built, not simply made; and there was a chest of drawers with swelling, hospitable front, and a rectangular mirror above with its date in gilt paint on the upper edge.