She was such an extremely agreeable young person that it was delightful for me to think of myself in any way as her husband's successor.
There was a step at the door.

I turned and saw the elderly servant.
"Mrs.Chester," she said, "I'm goin' up," and every word was flavored with citric acid.
"Good-night," said Mrs.Chester, taking up her basket and her work.
"You know, you need not retire until you wish to do so.

There is a room opposite, where gentlemen smoke." I did not enter the big, lonely room.

I went to my own chamber, which, I had just been informed, was the best in the house.

I sat down in an easy-chair by the open window.