She glanced at the writing-table heaped with books, opened a volume of the "Contes Drolatiques," made a wry face over the archaic French, and sighed: "What learned things you read!"

Elizabeth took the letter from his writing table, and they went up stairs together.

It was to stand on a green writing table, in a very pleasant room; many books were scattered about, and splendid paintings hung on the walls.