Presently the bell rang to summon us in.

I dined with the children at one, while he and his lady took their luncheon at the same table.

His conduct there did not greatly raise him in my estimation.

He was a man of ordinary stature--rather below than above--and rather thin than stout, apparently between thirty and forty years of age: he had a large mouth, pale, dingy complexion, milky blue eyes, and hair the colour of a hempen cord.

There was a roast leg of mutton before him: he helped Mrs.Bloomfield, the children, and me, desiring me to cut up the children's meat; then, after twisting about the mutton in various directions, and eyeing it from different points, he pronounced it not fit to be eaten, and called for the cold beef.
'What is the matter with the mutton, my dear ?' asked his mate.
'It is quite overdone.