Suddenly they rushed upon him.

He looked at the chair; it was a fantastic and grim-looking piece of furniture, certainly, but it must have been a remarkably ingenious and lively imagination, that could have discovered any resemblance between it and an old man.
'"How are you, old boy ?" said Tom.

He was bolder in the daylight--most men are.
'The chair remained motionless, and spoke not a word.
'"Miserable morning," said Tom.No.The chair would not be drawn into conversation.
'"Which press did you point to ?--you can tell me that," said Tom.

Devil a word, gentlemen, the chair would say.
'"It's not much trouble to open it, anyhow," said Tom, getting out of bed very deliberately.

He walked up to one of the presses.