Janet got up, and, as she turned, her eyes fixed suddenly.
"Why, that's the cabinet," she said below her breath. "Cuckoo's cabinet!" Her face quivered. She saw again the scorched room, the pile of smoking papers on the hearth, the flame which had burnt up her happiness with them.
Anne did not understand.
"Stephen gave me that cabinet a few days ago," she said.
"It was Cuckoo's. It used to stand under her picture."
"Don't you think it may be a replica?"
"No, it is the same," said Janet, passing her hand over the mermaid and her whale. "There is the little chip out of the dolphin's tail."
Then she shrank suddenly away from it, as if its touch scorched her.
"Where did you get the Italian cabinet?" said Anne to Stephen that evening, as he and De Rivaz joined her and Janet after dinner in her sitting-room.