Do you mind?'
'No, not the least. The more you ask for, the more I shall be pleased.'
'Then you must come down-stairs.'
They went down to the next landing. Emily stopped before a bed-room, and,
looking at Hubert shyly and interrogatively, she said--
'This is my room. I don't know if it is in a fit state to show you. I'm not
a very tidy girl. I'll look first.'
'Yes; it will do,' she said, drawing back. 'You can look in. I want you to
give me that wardrobe. It isn't a very handsome one, but I've used it ever
since I was a little girl; it has a hollow top, and I used to hide things
there. Do you think you can spare it?'
'Yes; I think I can,' he said, smiling.
Then she led him up-stairs through the old lumber rooms, picking out here
and there some generally broken and always worthless piece of furniture,
pleading for it timidly, and strangely delighted when he nodded, granting
her every request. She asked him to pull out what she had chosen from the
_d?bris_, and a curious collection they made in the passage--dim and
worm-eaten pictures, small book-cases, broken vases which she proposed
mending.
Hubert wiped the dust from his hands and coat-sleeves.
'What a lot of things you have given me! Now we shall be able to get on
nicely with our furnishing.
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