Against the wall hang several articles of female apparel--all of a costly kind.

They are of silk and silk-velvet, richly brocaded; while on a second table, slab like the first, he can distinguish bijouterie, with other trifles usually belonging to a lady's toilet.
These lie in front of a small mirror set in a frame which appears to be silver; while above is suspended a guitar, of the kind known as _bandolon_.
The sick man sees all these things with a half-bewildered gaze, for his senses are still far from clear.

The costly articles of apparel and adornment would be appropriate in a lady's boudoir or bed chamber.

But they appear strange, even grotesque, in juxtaposition with the roughly-hewn timbers of what is evidently a humble cottage--a log cabin! Of course he connects them with her, that singular being who has succoured, and perhaps saved his life.

He can have no other conjecture.
He remembers seeing a house as they approached its outside.