Sometimes his bed would be turned right on end, and he would have to put it to the ground and remake it before he could lie down.

Sometimes all the furniture in the room would be thrown about in different corners, with no trace of the offender.

Sometimes he would find all sorts of things put inside the bed itself.

The intolerable part of the vexation was, to be certain that this was done by Brigson's instigation, or by his own hand, without having the means of convicting or preventing him.

Poor Monty grew very sad at heart, and this perpetual dastardly annoyance weighed the more heavily on his spirits, from its being of a kind which peculiarly grated on his refined taste, and his natural sense of what was gentlemanly and fair.
One night, coming down, as usual, in melancholy dread, he saw a light under the door of his room.