s is practically a bachelor establishment, you know--without any bachelor comforts."
Once more he laughed; and, thrusting the candle into his guest's hand, hurried away across the landing.
In silence Milbanke took the candle and, holding it uncertainly, waited until his host had disappeared. Then slowly he turned and entered the large, bare bedroom. For a moment he hesitated, his eyes wandering from the faded window-hangings to the stiff, old-fashioned furniture. Finally, laying aside the candlestick, he sat down upon the side of the forbidding-looking four-post bedstead.
What motive prompted him to the action he could scarcely have defined. He was strangely moved by the scene just gone through--stirred in a manner he could never have anticipated. For the moment the precise, matter-of-fact archaeologist was submerged; and the man--dry, narrow, pedantic perhaps, but nevertheless capable of human sentiments--was uppermost. The sight of Asshlin, the sound of his voice, and the touch of his h