“Does it displease you?”
“No, I do not say that—it is charming. But your servants?”
“Well!”
“If they see me.”
“Come in, sister, and I will guarantee that no one sees you, not even whoever opens the door.”
“Impossible!”
“We will try,” said he, laughing; and laying his hand on one of the panels, the door flew open.
“Enter, I pray you,” said he, “there is no one near.”
The queen looked at Andrée, then, making up her mind, went in, and the door shut behind them.
She found herself in a vestibule, small, but ornamented in perfect taste. The floor was mosaic work, representing bouquets of flowers, while numerous rose-trees on marble brackets scented the air with a perfume equally delicious as rare at that time of the year.