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28 | CARRYING OUT ORDERS. their reaching the wing wherein were situated the rooms destined to the ladies’ use. “These are your apartments, Matilda,” said the baron, pointing tothe open doors. “I hope they will be to your taste. This bell summons the ser- vants. Should anything be wanting to your com- fort, I trust you will let me know. I will now leave you fora while. You must both be fatigued from your long journey, and require rest. We shall meet at dinner.” He went, visibly relieved at having accomplished the awkward and troublesome task of welcoming his guests. Hardly had the door closed behind him, when the baroness, hastily throwing off her travel- ing wraps, began to inspect her surroundings. The four rooms appointed to their use were fitted up with great elegance, and even with an amount of splendor. Presently she noticed that her daughter was still standing in the midlde of the room they had first eit not yet divested of her hat and traveling- cloak. “Will you nottake your things off, Gabrielle?” she asked. “What do you think of the rooms?” she asked. “There will be comforts about us here, thank Heaven! such as one is accustomed to. We shall prize them after all the hardships of our Swiss exile.” Gabrielle paid no heed to the words. “Mamma, I don’t like Uncle Raven,” said she suddenly, with the utmost decision. The tone was so unusual, in so sharp a contrast to the young lady’s habitual style, that her mother looked up in surprise. “Why, child, you have hardly seen him!” “Never mind, I don’t like him. He treats us with an indifference, a condescension which is ab- solutely offensive. I can’t understand how you could put up with such a reception!” “Nonsense, dear,” said the baroness, soothingly. “It ismy brother-in-law’s natural manner to be formal and chary of speceh. You will get accus- Eomichbooks co