There was a door from the street adjoining the shop front.

Mr.Tarbox opened it with a pass-key, and conducted Frank upstairs, ushering him into a gloomy parlor, with stiff, straightbacked chairs, ranged at regular intervals along the sides of the room, and a marble-topped center table, with two or three books lying upon it.

There was a framed engraving, representing Washington crossing the Delaware, over the mantel, and two plaster figures and similar ornaments on the mantelpiece.

The whole aspect of the room chilled Frank.
"Wait here, and I will call my wife," said Mr.Tarbox.
Frank sat down on a hard sofa and awaited the entrance of Mrs.Tarbox.
She came in, a tall, thin woman, about as handsome for a woman as her husband was for a man.

Indeed, they were very well matched.