That's old Byam yonder, with the paunch and his hands behind him; he has nowhere else to put them, poor fellow." And here Parson Whymper launched into biography as aforesaid.
The clock on the chimney-piece, on which the two were leaning, broke in upon the divine's scarcely less dulcet accents with its silver quarter.
"This is the first time," said Whymper, "that I have ever known your father late; and to you belongs the honor of having caused him to transgress his own immutable rule." While he was yet speaking a hunting-horn was blown in the hall beneath, and the whole company turned _en masse_, like a field of poppies before a sudden wind, to the door where Carew was standing..