"I think there's nothing so nice as looking over a house," said Margaret. "Kitchens have great interest for me."
"I suppose I may not ask to be of the party?" interposed Lady Ellis, looking at Mrs. Chester.
"Certainly you may: why not?" And they slowly strolled across the lawn on the expedition.
Meanwhile Mr. Lake, in obedience to the summons, had found his wife in the large kitchen. She was still standing in the middle of the floor, just as though she had been glued to it.
"Did you want me, Clara?"
"Do come here," she whispered, in quite an awestruck tone. And Mr. Lake, wondering a little, stepped up and stood beside her. Clara, touching his arm, pointed to different features of the room, turning about to do it.
"Do you see them, Robert? Do you remember?"
"I have not been in the kitchen before," was his answer, after a pause, looking curiously at the room and then at her.
"It is the kitchen of my dream!"
"The what?" exclaimed Mr. Lake.