"I thought perhaps you might pass this way and would give me your advice as to which room to choose."
I laughed. "The library, then, I suggest," and I started as if to go up the stairs.
"Comtesse! You would not leave me all alone, would you? You have not told me half enough about our ancestors yet."
"Oh, I am tired of the ancestors!" and I mounted one step and looked back.
"I thought perhaps you would help me to tie up my wrist."
I came down instantly. If he were pretending, I would punish him later.
"Come," I said, and led the way to the library, where we found the fire had gone out.
How ashamed I felt of the servants! This must never happen again.
"Not here; it is cold and horrid." And he followed me on into my mother-in-law's boudoir. There were no lights and no fire.
My wrath rose.