Mrs. Winnie pointed to a suitof armour, placed in a passage leading to the billiard-room. "I have had the lights fixed," she added. And she pressed a button, and all illumination vanished, save for a faint red glow just above the man in armour.
"Doesn't he look real?" said she. (Hehad his visor down, and a battle-axe in his mailed hands.) "I like to imagine that he may have been my twentieth great-grandfather. I come and sit here, and gaze at him and shiver. Think what a terrible time it must have been to live in—when men wore things like that! It couldn't be any worse to be a crab."
"You seem to be fond of strange emotions," said Montague, laughing.
"Maybe I am," said the other. "I like everything that's old and romantic, and makes you forget this stupid society world."
She stood broo
