He drew her into the room and we followed them,--for we had to know!--The door of the boudoir was open.

The terrified faces of the two nurses craned towards us.

Mademoiselle Stangerson inquired the meaning of all the disturbance.

That she was not in her own room was quite easily explained--quite easily.

She had a fancy not to sleep that night in her chamber, but in the boudoir with her nurses, locking the door on them.