lladon stretched himself, and shivered a
little. The lamp seemed to be burning rather more dimly than usual,
and the air seemed thin and cold. Glancing at Callia, who was lying
with her eyes still half closed, his eye caught the sparkle of the
mirror round her neck, and he took a peep into it. It seemed to him
that his cheeks looked pale, and his eyes dull.

'Callia!' he exclaimed, 'Callia! wake up, and tell me how I look.'

'You look just the same,' answered she, opening her eyes and sitting
up. 'But don't you think it is colder than it was yesterday?'

'I was sure it was; and if you feel it too, it must be so. But are you
quite certain that I look as well and handsome as when you first saw
me? because, in the mirror, I seemed to be pale and dull.'

'The mirror must be wrong, then,' said Callia; 'for I can see you with
my own eyes, and of course I should know if there were any
difference.'

'Well,' said Calladon, 'I suppose it is time we had our breakfast.'

The breakfast was there, but it was neither so good nor so plentiful
as before; and Calladon and Callia felt comparatively little appetite.
This displeased them; and they began to ask each other how they should
contrive to amuse themselves during the day. They proposed many
things, but afterwards rejected them, either because they had done
them yesterday, or because they did not find them any longer
attractive.

'This is rather a small room, after all, for two people to pass their
lives in,' remarked Calladon at last.

'Especially when there are two other larger ones outside,' added
Callia.

'It would be good fun to explore them, wouldn't it?' said Calladon.

'Why shouldn't we do it?' asked Callia.

'It makes me feel quite lively again to think of it,' exclaimed
Calladon, springing to his feet. 'Only,' he added, 'that is one of the
things the Master told us not to do.'

'Oh, I don't believe the Master would mind,' said Callia. 'Besides,
how should he ever know anything about it? He has gone away.'

'Of course, too, it is our own affair,' observed Calladon. 'If any
harm comes of it, it will be to ourselves, and not to him.'

'I am not afraid,' said Callia. 'Are you?'

'Not in the least. By the way, though, I am not sure that I know the
way out of Abra. There doesn't seem to be any door.'

'I think I can find the way, if that is all,' returned Callia. 'I
don't know how I happened to think of it--but since we have been
talking about going, it has s