'Now I am going to see something really worth seeing,' said Molly. She was not frightened--from first to last she was not at all frightened. She walked straight through the back of the cabinet in the best bedroom upstairs into the library on the ground-floor. That sounds like nonsense, but Molly declares it was so. There were candles on the table and papers, and there were people in the library; they did not see her. There was great-uncle Carruthers and Aunt Maria, very pretty, with long curls and a striped gray silk dress, like in the picture in the drawing-room. There was handsome, jolly Mr. Sheldon in a brown coat. An old servant was just going out of the door. 'That's settled, then,' said Great-uncle Carruthers; 'now, my girl, bed.' Aunt Maria--such a young, pretty Aunt Maria, Molly would never have known her but for the portrait--kissed her uncle, and then she took a Christmas rose out of her dress and put it in Mr. Sheldon's buttonhole, and put up her face to him and said, 'Good-night, James.' He kissed her; Molly heard the loud, jolly sound of the kiss, and Aunt Maria went away. Then the old man said: 'You'll leave this at Bates' for me, Sheldon; you're safer than the post.' Handsome Mr. Sheldon said he would. Then the lights went out, and Molly was in bed again. Quite suddenly it was daylight. Jolly Mr. Sheldon, in his red coat, was standing by the cabinet. The little cupboard door was open. 'By George!' he said, 'it's ten days since I promised to take that will up to Bates, and I never gave it another thought. All your fault, Maria, my dear. You shouldn't take up all my thoughts; 'I'll take it to-morrow.' Molly heard something click, and he went out of the room whistling. Molly lay still. She felt there was more to come. And the next thing was that she was looking out of the window, and saw something carried across the lawn on a hurdle with two scarlet coats laid over it, and she knew it was handsome Mr. Sheldon, and that he would not carry the will to Bates to-morrow, or do anything else in this world ever any more. When Molly woke in the morning she sprang out of bed and ran to the cabinet. There was nothing in the looking-glass cupboard. All the same, she ran straight to her aunt's room. It was long before the hour when Clements soberly tapped, bringing hot water. 'Wake up, auntie!' she cried. And auntie woke up, very cross indeed. 'Look here, auntie,' she said, 'I'm certain there's a secret place in that cabinet in my room, and the will's in it; I know it is.' 'You've been dreaming,' said Aunt Maria severely; 'go back to bed. You'll catch your death of cold paddling about barefoot like that.' Molly had to go, but after breakfast she began again. 'But why do you think so?' asked Aunt Maria. And Molly, who thought she knew that nobody would believe her story, could only say: 'I don't know, but I am quite sure.' 'Nonsense!' said Aunt Maria.