Mrs. Norbury merely remarked that she had not found the bed
quite to her liking, on account of the large size of it.
She was accustomed at home, as her maid knew, to sleep in a small bed.
Informed of this objection later in the day, the manager regretted
that he could only offer to the lady the choice of one other bedchamber,
numbered Thirty-eight, and situated immediately over the bedchamber
which she desired to leave. Mrs. Norbury accepted the proposed change
of quarters. She was now about to pass her second night in the room
occupied in the old days of the palace by Baron Rivar.
Once more, she fell asleep as usual. And, once more, the frightful
dreams of the first night terrified her, following each other
in the same succession. This time her nerves, already shaken,
were not equal to the renewed torture of terror inflicted on them.
She threw on her dressing-gown, and rushed out of her room
in the middle of the night. The porter, alarmed by the banging
of the door, met her hurrying headlong down the stairs, in search
of the first human being she could find to keep her company.
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