"No, madame, I formerly had the one above Blanche's, and I liked it much better than this gloomy chamber, which has been unoccupied for a long time, and which I believe was formerly the dwelling of a magician named Odoard."
Julia arose and for some moments walked silently about the room. All of a sudden she exclaimed,—
"Oh, if these walls could only speak!"
"In fact," said Marguerite shaking her head, "I believe that we should learn some terrible things; a tier of tags, a sorcerer."
Julia seemed to be thinking deeply when they heard the street door shut.
"O my God! here is my master, I am lost," cried Marguerite; "he has expressly forbidden me to receive anybody."
"Keep still, he shall not know that I am here. Does he sometimes come up into your room?"
"No, but—good Saint Margaret—if he should discover—"
Julia put a finger on her mouth, as a sign for the old servant to be silent. Presently the barber was heard calling Marguerite; who was trembling so that she did not know how to stand.
"Tell him that you are going down," said Julia.