Mr.Pole commenced reading the instant she opened the door.
She stood there, with a face like a petrified Irish outcry.

An imploring sound of "Pole! Pole!" issued from her.

Then she caught up one hand to her mouth, and rolled her head, in evident anguish at the necessitated silence.

A convulsion passed along the row of maids, two of whom dipped to their aprons; but the ladies gazed with a sad consciousness of wicked glee at the disgust she was exciting in the bosom of their father.
"Will you shut the door ?" Mr.Pole sternly addressed Mrs.Chump, at the conclusion of the first prayer.
"Pole! ye know that money ye gave me in notes?
I must speak, Pole!" "Shut the door." Mrs.Chump let go the door-handle with a moan.

The door was closed by Gainsford, now one of the gravest of footmen.