On hearing this good news, Mr.Toller's gratitude became ungovernable: he was more eager than ever, and more eloquent than ever, in returning to the repairs.
"And then, sir, there's the oven.

They do call bread the staff of life.
It's a burnt staff at one time, and a clammy staff at another, in our domestic experience.

Satisfy yourself, sir; do please cross the kitchen and look with your own eyes at the state, the scandalous state, of the oven." His daughter interfered, and stopped him at the critical moment when he was actually offering his arm to conduct me in state across the kitchen.
Cristel had just put her pretty brown hand over his mouth, and said, "Oh, father, do pray be quiet!" when we were all three disturbed by another interruption.
A second door communicating, as I concluded from its position, with the new cottage, was suddenly opened.

In the instant before the person behind it appeared, the dog looked that way--started up, frightened--and took refuge under the table.

At the next moment, the deaf Lodger walked into the room.