Just as I was ready, the maid at the lodgings in which I then lived looked in at the door, and said, "Lady Verinder's servant, to see Miss Clack." I occupied the parlour-floor, at that period of my residence in London.
The front parlour was my sitting-room.

Very small, very low in the ceiling, very poorly furnished--but, oh, so neat! I looked into the passage to see which of Lady Verinder's servants had asked for me.

It was the young footman, Samuel--a civil fresh-coloured person, with a teachable look and a very obliging manner.

I had always felt a spiritual interest in Samuel, and a wish to try him with a few serious words.

On this occasion, I invited him into my sitting-room.
He came in, with a large parcel under his arm.