"We have put you in what we call--for fun--our state-rooms. Various
Royalties had them last year. They're in a special wing. We keep them
for emergencies. And the fact is we haven't got another corner."
Doris, in dismay, took the smiling lady by the arm.
"I can't live up to it! Please let us go to the inn."
But Meadows and Miss Field mocked at her; and she was soon ushered into
a vast bedroom, in the midst of which, on a Persian carpet, sat her
diminutive bag, now empty. Various elegant "confections" in the shape of
tea-gowns and dressing-gowns littered the bed and the chairs. The
toilet-table showed an array of coroneted brushes. As for the superb
Empire bed, which had belonged to Queen Hortense, and was still hung
with the original blue velvet sprinkled with golden bees, Doris eyed it
with a firm hostility.
"We needn't sleep in it," she whispered in Meadows's ear. "There are two
sofas."
Meanwhile Miss Field and others flitted about, adding all the luxuries
of daily use to the splendour of the rooms.
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