The inside of the Englishman's house was as untidy as the outside.

There was no upstairs to it--only one large room with a dirty curtain stretched across it.

On one side was a low bed with a heap of clothes on it, a chair and a wash-stand.

On the other was a stove, a table, a shaky rocking-chair that Miss Laura was sitting in, a few hanging shelves with some dishes and books on them, and two or three small boxes that had evidently been used for seats.
On the walls were tacked some pictures of grand houses and ladies and gentlemen in fine clothes, and Miss Laura said that some of them were noble people.

"Well, I'm glad this particular nobleman has left us," said Mr.Wood, seating himself on one of the boxes, "if nobleman he is.
I should call him in plain English, a scoundrel.