On this side the lofty timber approaches the walks closely, and the green enclosure is but a darkened strip and very solitary. Here, when Sir Jekyl emerged, he saw M. Varbarriere standing on the grass, and gazing upward in absorbed contemplation of the building, which on the previous evening seemed to have excited his curiosity so unaccountably. He did not hear the Baronet's approaching step on the grass. Sir Jekyl felt both alarmed and angry; for although it was but natural that his guest should have visited the spot and examined the building, it yet seemed to him, for the moment, like the act of a spy. "Disappointed, I'm afraid," said he. "I told you that addition was the least worth looking at of all the parts of this otherwise ancient house." He spoke with a sort of sharpness that seemed quite uncalled for; but it was unnoticed. M. Varbarriere bowed low and graciously. "I am much interested--every front of this curious and handsome house interests me. This indeed, as you say, is a good deal spoiled by that Italian incongruity--still it is charming--the contrast is as beautiful frequently as the harmony--and I am perplexed." "Some of my friends tell me it spoils the house so much I ought to pull it down, and I have a great mind to do so. Have you seen the lake? I should be happy to show it to you if you will permit me." The Baronet, as he spoke, was, from time to time, slyly searching the solemn and profound face of the stranger; but could find there no clue to the spirit of his investigation. There was no shrinking--no embarrassment--no consciousness. He might as well have looked on the awful surface of the sea, in the expectation of discovering there the secrets of its depths. M. Varbarriere, with a profusion of gratitude, regretted that he could not just then visit the lake, as he had several letters to write; and so he and his host parted smiling at the hall-door; and the Baronet, as he pursued his way, felt some stirrings of that mental dyspepsia which had troubled him of late. "The old fellow had not been in the house two hours," such was his train of thought, "when he was on the subject of that green chamber, in the parlour and in the drawing-room--again and again recurring to it; and here he was just now, alone, absorbed, and gazing up at its windows, as if he could think of nothing else!" Sir Jekyl felt provoked, and almost as if he would like a crisis; and half regretted that he had not asked him--"Pray can I give you any information; is there anything you particularly want to know about that room? question me as you please, you shall see the room--you shall sleep in it if you like, so soon as it is vacant. Pray declare yourself, and say what you want."