Get along with you directly, will you?
Show me to her private room, and no nonsense!" He tapped his sword-hilt significantly as he spoke, and that argument proved irresistible.

Grumbling, in low tones, the anatomy stalked up-stairs; and the other followed, with very different feelings from those with which he had mounted that staircase last.

His guide paused in the hall above, with his hand on the latch of a door.
"This is her private room, is it!" demanded Sir Norman.
"Yes." "Just stand aside, then, and let me pass." The room he entered was small, simply furnished, and seemed to answer as bed-chamber and study, all in one.

There was a writing-table under a window, covered with books, and he glanced at them with some curiosity.

They were classics, Greek and Latin, and other little known tongues--perhaps Sanscrit and Chaldaic, French belles lettres, novels, and poetry, and a few rare old English books.