There was only one difficulty when I came to the bit about the bed-rooms.

It took a pretty stiff exertion of my authority, as chief, to prevent the whole of the female household from following me and Penelope up-stairs, in the character of volunteer witnesses in a burning fever of anxiety to help Sergeant Cuff.
The Sergeant seemed to approve of Penelope.

He became a trifle less dreary; and he looked much as he had looked when he noticed the white musk rose in the flower-garden.

Here is my daughter's evidence, as drawn off from her by the Sergeant.

She gave it, I think, very prettily--but, there! she is my child all over: nothing of her mother in her; Lord bless you, nothing of her mother in her! Penelope examined: Took a lively interest in the painting on the door, having helped to mix the colours.