I
lay down on the divan, and must have fallen asleep immediately. When
I woke I found the same kind face near me, and the same kind eyes
watching me. Mr. D'Arcy told me that I had been sleeping for two
hours, and that it had, he hoped, much refreshed me. He told me also
that he took a constitutional walk every day, and asked me if I would
accompany him. I said, "Yes, I should like to do so." At this moment
there passed the window some railway men leaving some luggage. On
seeing them Mr. D'Arcy said, "I see that I must leave you for a
minute or two to look after a package of canvases that has just come
from my assistant in London," and he left me. When I was left alone I
had an opportunity of observing the room. The walls were covered with
old faded tapestry, so faded indeed that its general effect was that
of a dull grey texture. On looking at it closely I found that it told
the story of Samson. Every piece of furniture seemed to me to be a
rare curiosity.'
'Now, Winnie,' I said, 'I am not going to interrupt you any more. I
want to hear your story as an unbroken narrative.
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