d the steps!' snarled their guide.

Egremont had already stumbled over an ascent of two when the warning
was given, but at the same moment a door was thrown open, giving a view
of the main schoolroom.

''Tain't swep' out yet,' remarked the old woman. 'I couldn't tell as
nobody was a-comin'. You can complain to them if you like; I'm used to
it from all sorts, an' 'taint for much longer, praise goodness! Though
there's nothink before me but the parish when the time does come.'

Egremont glanced at the strange creature in surprise, but it seemed
better to say nothing. He began to speak of the aspects of the room
with his companion.

The place was cheerless beyond description. In a large grate the last
embers of a fire were darkening; the air was chill, and, looking up to
the ceiling, one saw floating scraps of mist which had somehow come in
from the street. The lower half of each window was guarded with
lattice-work of thin wire; the windows themselves were grimy, and would
have made it dusk within even on a clear day. The whitewash of the
ceiling was dark and much cracked. Benches and desks covered half the
floor. There were black-boards and other mechanical appliances for
teaching, and on the walls hung maps and diagrams.

'The walls seem quite dry,' observed Walter, 'which is a great point.'

They laid their palms against the plaster. The old woman stood with one
hand pressed against her bosom, the other behind her back; her head was
bent; she seemed to pay no kind of attention to what was said.

'There's room here for some thousands of volumes,' Egremont said,
moving to one of the windows. 'It will serve tolerably as a
reading-room, too. Nothing like as large as it ought to be, of course,
but we must be content to feel our way to better things.'

Gilbert nodded. In spite of his companion's resolute cheerfulness, he
felt a distressing dejection creep upon him as he stood in the cold,
darkening room. He could not feel the interest and hope which hitherto
this project had inspired him with. The figure of the old caretaker
impressed him painfully. For any movement she made she might have been
asleep; the regular sound of her heavy breathing was quite audible, and
vapour rose from her lips upon the air.

'What do you think?' Egremont asked, when Grail remained mute.

'I should think it will do very well. What is there upstairs?'

'Two class-rooms. We should use those for lectures. Let us go up.'

The old woman