But I don't ask it, dear Mr.Engelman.You don't want enthusiastic ladies with sketch-books in this bachelor paradise of yours.
I hope we are not intruding on Mr.Keller.Is he at home ?" "No," said Mr.Engelman; "he has gone out." Madame Fontaine's flow of eloquence suddenly ran dry.

She was silent as we ascended from the first floor to the second.

In this part of the house our bedrooms were situated.

The chamber in which I slept presented nothing particularly worthy of notice.

But the rooms occupied by Mr.
Keller and Mr.Engelman contained some of the finest carved woodwork in the house.
It was beginning to get dark.