"Do you think I could fill the place?"
"You can try. When can you come?"
"I could come to-morrow."
"Could you walk upstairs to see your room?"
Ellen believed the journey was possible, and Fetzer led the way into the narrow hall through which they had entered and up two flights of stairs. There she pointed to a large bedroom.
"That is mine, and yours is here."
Ellen saw a small room with a narrow bed, a white bureau and a chair. She saw also the river with its reflected lights.
"Oh, I believe I should like it!" she said earnestly.
As they went downstairs Fetzer announced her intention of calling for an automobile and accompanying her guest home. Ellen was not able to go alone—that was one reason. In the second place now that Ellen stood erect and lifted her head Fetzer felt her contract to be a little precipitate.
But Fetzer found nothing amiss—indeed, she discovered that she had known Mrs. Lebber's husband. From a place so dreary she was glad to escape. She trusted Mrs. Lebber because of the dinginess of her house and Mrs. Lebber trusted her because of her homeliness. She told Mrs. Lebber the name of her employer, but neither to her nor to Ellen did "Lanfair" carry any significance.