The Haygarthian household is now the rectory.

I ascertained this fact from the landlord of the Seven Stars, at which house of entertainment I took a bottle of soda-water, in order to _sonder le terrain_ before commencing business.
The present rector is an elderly widower with seven children; an easy good-natured soul, who is more prone to bestow his money in charity than to punctuality in the payment of his debts.
Having discovered thus much, I rang the bell at the iron gate and boarded the Haygarthian mansion.

The rector was at home, and received me in a very untidy apartment, _par excellence_ a study.

A boy in a holland blouse was smearing his face with his inky fingers, and wrestling with a problem in Euclid, while his father stood on a step-ladder exploring a high shelf of dusty books.
The rector, whose name is Wendover, descended from the step-ladder and shook the dust from his garments.

He is a little withered old man, with a manner so lively as to be on the verge of flightiness.