"Rather like a harem I always think," said Bunny, pausing to look round. "There's an Arabian Nights sort of flavour about it that rather gets hold of one. Why? You're shivering! Surely you're not cold!" "No, I'm not cold," said Toby. "But I don't like this place. It's creepy. Let's go!" But Bunny lingered. "What's the matter with it? It's luxurious enough. I've always rather liked coming in here." Toby made a small but vehement gesture of protest. "Then you like horrid things," she said. "There's no air in here;--only--only--scent." Bunny sniffed. "Well, it's quite subtle anyhow; not enough to upset anybody. Rather a seductive perfume, what?" She surprised him by stamping in sudden fury upon the bare floor. "It's beastly! It's hateful! How can you like it? It--it--it's bad! It's--damnable!" Bunny stared at her. "Well, Charlie designed it anyway. It's the one corner in the whole Castle that is individually his. What on earth is there that you don't like about it?" "Everything--everything!" declared Toby passionately. "I don't want to stay here another minute. Show me the way out!" She spoke with such imperiousness that Bunny judged it best to comply. He showed her a door in the eastern wall that was draped by a heavy red curtain. "You can get up on to the ramparts that way. But wait a minute while I find the switch! What are you running away from? There isn't a bogey-man anywhere." Toby drew in her breath sharply with a nervous glance over her shoulder. "I think it's a dreadful place," she said. "I want to get out into the air." Bunny opened the door, and a dark passage gaped before them. "This looks much more eerie," he observed, feeling about for a switch. "Do you really like this better?" "Much better," said Toby, going boldly into the darkness. "Don't believe there is a switch," said Bunny, striking a match. "No, there isn't! How beastly medieval! Look here! Wait while I go and get an electric torch!" "No, no! Let's feel our way! I'm sure we can," urged Toby. "Come on! It'll be fun. Shut the door!" The spirit of adventure seized upon Bunny. He let the door swing closed and caught her hand again. Toby's delighted chuckle told him that she had fully recovered her equilibrium. Her fingers twined closely about his own. "Now we shall have some fun!" she said. They went forward together for a few yards in total darkness. Then, from somewhere high above them a faint light filtered through. "That's on the stairs," said Bunny. "One of those window-slits through which in the old hospitable days all comers were potted at. Look out how you go!" The words were scarcely uttered when they both kicked against the lowest stair and blundered forward. A squeal of laughter came from Toby. Bunny said "Damn!" with much heartiness and then laughed also. "I knew it would be fun," said Toby. "Are you hurt?" He raised her with a strong young arm. "No, I'm all right. Are you?"