The dining room was empty too.

But as she continued her visitation in a calmer frame of mind, feeling certain that nobody remained behind, she opened the door of a closet and came suddenly upon a very young man.

He was sitting on the top of a trunk, holding a huge bouquet on his knees and looking exceedingly quiet and extremely well behaved.
"Goodness gracious me!" she cried.

"There's one of 'em in there even now!" The very young man had jumped down at sight of her and was blushing as red as a poppy.

He did not know what to do with his bouquet, which he kept shifting from one hand to the other, while his looks betrayed the extreme of emotion.