"Certainly. But are the keys in the locks?"
Rosamond approached more closely to the doors, and answered in the affirmative.
"Open them, then," said Leonard. "Stop! not by yourself. Take me with you. I don't like the idea of sitting here, and leaving you to open those doors by yourself."
Rosamond retraced her steps to the place where he was sitting, and then led him with her to the door that was farthest from the window. "Suppose there should be some dreadful sight behind it!" she said, trembling a little, as she stretched out her hand toward the key.
"Try to suppose (what is much more probable) that it only leads into another room," suggested Leonard.
Rosamond threw the door wide open, suddenly. Her husband was right. It merely led into the next room.
They passed on to the second doo
