She was immediately deposed, however, by Herbert, who silently led me into the parlor and shut the door.

It was an odd sensation to see his very familiar face established quite at home in that very unfamiliar room and region; and I found myself looking at him, much as I looked at the corner-cupboard with the glass and china, the shells upon the chimney-piece, and the colored engravings on the wall, representing the death of Captain Cook, a ship-launch, and his Majesty King George the Third in a state coachman's wig, leather-breeches, and top-boots, on the terrace at Windsor.
"All is well, Handel," said Herbert, "and he is quite satisfied, though eager to see you.

My dear girl is with her father; and if you'll wait till she comes down, I'll make you known to her, and then we'll go up stairs.

That's her father." I had become aware of an alarming growling overhead, and had probably expressed the fact in my countenance.
"I am afraid he is a sad old rascal," said Herbert, smiling, "but I have never seen him.

Don't you smell rum?
He is always at it." "At rum ?" said I.
"Yes," returned Herbert, "and you may suppose how mild it makes his gout.