Two more children in dirty frocks darted, screaming, out of the asylum thus offered to me.

I mentioned my name, as soon as I could make myself heard.

The maid appeared to be terrified at the length of it.

I gave her my card.

The maid took it between a dirty finger and thumb--looked at it as if it was some extraordinary natural curiosity--turned it round, exhibiting correct black impressions in various parts of it of her finger and thumb--gave up understanding it in despair, and left the room.