"I may need a weapon." "I require nothing more than my halberd," observed the smith; "and I would advise you to throw away that velvet scabbard; it is a certain harbour for infection." Leonard did not neglect the caution, and pushing open the door, they entered a large room which resembled an upholsterer's shop, being literally crammed with chairs, tables, cabinets, moveable cupboards, bedsteads, curtains, and hangings, all of the richest description.
"What I heard is true," observed Rainbird, gazing around in astonishment.

"Chowles must have carried off every thing he could lay hands upon.

What can he do with all that furniture ?" "What the miser does with his store," replied Leonard: "feast his eyes with it, but never use it." They then proceeded to the next room.

It was crowded with books, looking-glasses, and pictures; many of them originally of great value, but greatly damaged by the careless manner in which they were piled one upon another.

A third apartment was filled with flasks of wine, with casks probably containing spirits, and boxes, the contents of which they did not pause to examine.