When I am out of humour, I come and growl here." "You must be here very seldom, sir," said I.
"Oh, you don't know me!" he returned.

"When I am deceived or disappointed in--the wind, and it's easterly, I take refuge here.

The growlery is the best-used room in the house.

You are not aware of half my humours yet.

My dear, how you are trembling!" I could not help it; I tried very hard, but being alone with that benevolent presence, and meeting his kind eyes, and feeling so happy and so honoured there, and my heart so full--I kissed his hand.