They let loose two immense bloodhounds at night, which all last night were yelling and howling at the moon.

"I call the dog Gorer," said Sir Pitt; "he's killed a man that dog has, and is master of a bull, and the mother I used to call Flora; but now I calls her Aroarer, for she's too old to bite.

Haw, haw!" Before the house of Queen's Crawley, which is an odious old-fashioned red brick mansion, with tall chimneys and gables of the style of Queen Bess, there is a terrace flanked by the family dove and serpent, and on which the great hall-door opens.

And oh, my dear, the great hall I am sure is as big and as glum as the great hall in the dear castle of Udolpho.

It has a large fireplace, in which we might put half Miss Pinkerton's school, and the grate is big enough to roast an ox at the very least.