The reception-room the king was in was a very pretty one, and hung with tapestry that was not defaced by any hideous representations of human figures which were ever failures in such material; but had upon it a real flowering pattern that succeeded perfectly well, and had rather a charming effect.
The furniture of this room was of white and gold.
The next room was covered with crimson plush paper.
The furniture was of rosewood, polished up to a great height of brilliancy.
The sleeping chamber was the gem of the whole suite, for it was got up quite regardless of expense in blue and silver, and presented the most enchanting appearance of brightness and elegance.
If the apartments she occupied could have cheered the melancholy of Ellen Harmer, certainly she ought to have been happy enough in them.
The king for one moment knew not what to do.
A certain sense of fear came over him as he noiselessly walked towards the beautiful bed-room.
In a chair beside the glowing fire sat Ellen Harmer, and the soft light of waxen tapers made the maiden to appear even more lovely than she really was.
With an impatient gesture the king advanced towards her and knelt upon one knee.