"I have said all I can, my lady; you can help her, and be near her night and day," said Donica.
"Sir Jekyl in his invitation bid me choose my own room—so I shall. I'll choose that oddly-shaped little room that opens into hers—if I remember rightly, the room that my poor dear Amy occupied in her last illness."
"And, my lady, do you take the key of the door, and keep it in your bag, please."
"Of the door of communication between the two rooms?"
"Yes, my lady."
"Why should I take it; you would not have me lock her up?"
"Well, no, to be sure, my lady."
"Then why?"
"Because there is no bolt to her door, inside or out. You will see what I mean, my lady, when you are there."
"Because she can't secure her door without it, I'm to take possession of her key!" said Lady Alice, with a dignified sneer.