The chair at his side, occupying that corner, is empty.

I need not specially mention the other boarders, with the exception of Benjamin Franklin, the landlady's son, who sits near his mother.

We are a tolerably assorted set,--difference enough and likeness enough; but still it seems to me there is something wanting.

The Landlady's Daughter is the prima donna in the way of feminine attractions.

I am not quite satisfied with this young lady.
She wears more "jewelry," as certain young ladies call their trinkets, than I care to see on a person in her position.