"Put your back ag'in this wall," said old Mazey,
pointing to the long wall--pierced at irregular intervals with windows
looking out over a courtyard and fish-pond--which formed the right-hand
side of the corridor, as Magdalen now stood. "Put your back here,"
said the veteran, "and look straight afore you. What do you see?"--"The
opposite wall of the passage," said Magdalen.--"Ay! ay! what
else?"--"The doors leading into the rooms."--"What else?"--"I see
nothing else." Old Mazey chuckled, winked, and shook his knotty
forefinger at Magdalen, impressively. "You see one of the Pints of the
Compass, my dear. When you've got your back ag'in this wall, and when
you look straight afore you, you look Noathe. If you ever get lost
hereaway, put your back ag'in the wall, look out straight afore you, and
say to yourself: 'I look Noathe!' You do that like a good girl, and you
won't lose your bearings."
After administering this preliminary dose of instruction, old Mazey
opened the first of the doors on the left-hand side of the passage. It
led into the dining-room, with which Magdalen was already familiar.
The second room was fitted up as a library; and the third, as a
morning-room.
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