He then knocked at the doors of two other similar rooms, and introduced me to their occupants, by name Drummle and Startop.

Drummle, an old-looking young man of a heavy order of architecture, was whistling.

Startop, younger in years and appearance, was reading and holding his head, as if he thought himself in danger of exploding it with too strong a charge of knowledge.
Both Mr.and Mrs.Pocket had such a noticeable air of being in somebody else's hands, that I wondered who really was in possession of the house and let them live there, until I found this unknown power to be the servants.

It was a smooth way of going on, perhaps, in respect of saving trouble; but it had the appearance of being expensive, for the servants felt it a duty they owed to themselves to be nice in their eating and drinking, and to keep a deal of company down stairs.

They allowed a very liberal table to Mr.and Mrs.Pocket, yet it always appeared to me that by far the best part of the house to have boarded in would have been the kitchen,--always supposing the boarder capable of self-defence, for, before I had been there a week, a neighboring lady with whom the family were personally unacquainted, wrote in to say that she had seen Millers slapping the baby.