She surprised him by stamping in sudden fury upon the bare floor.
"It's beastly! It's hateful! How can you like it? It—it—it's bad!
It's—damnable!"
Bunny stared at her. "Well, Charlie designed it anyway. It's the one corner in the whole Castle that is individually his. What on earth is there that you don't like about it?"
"Everything—everything!" declared Toby passionately. "I don't want to stay here another minute. Show me the way out!"
She spoke with such imperiousness that Bunny judged it best to comply. He showed her a door in the eastern wall that was draped by a heavy red curtain.
"You can get up on to the ramparts that way. But wait a minute while I find the switch! What are you running away from? There isn't a bogey-man anywhere."
Toby drew in her breath sharply with a nervous glance over her shoulder. "I think it's a dreadful place," she said. "I want to get out into the air."
Bunny opened the door, and a dark passage gaped before them. "This looks much more eerie," he observed, feeling about for a switch. "Do you really like this better?"
"Much better," said Toby, going boldly into the darkness.
"Don't believe there is a switch," said Bunny, striking a match. "No, there isn't! How beastly medieval! Look here! Wait while I go and get an electric torch!"
"No, no! Let's feel our way! I'm sure we can," urged Toby. "Come on!
It'll be fun. Shut the door!"