There's no knowing what men like that can eat, and a side of bacon would go as fast as if you was to melt it down to tallow.
But you must know what they are, Miss Carley, having to manage for your father." "Yes," Ellen answered, "I'm used to hard work." "Ah," murmured the matron, with a sigh, "you'd have plenty of it, if you came here." They were at the end of a long passage by this time; a passage leading to the extreme end of the house, and forming part of that ivy-covered wing which seemed older than the rest of the building.

It was on a lower level than the other part, and they had descended two or three steps at the entrance to this passage.

The ceilings were lower too, the beams that supported them more massive, the diamond-paned windows smaller and more heavily leaded, and there was a faint musty odour as of a place that was kept shut up and uninhabited.
"There's nothing more to see here," said Mrs.Tadman quickly; "I had better go back I don't know what brought me here; it was talking, I suppose, made me come without thinking.

There's nothing to show you this way." "But there's another room there," Ellen said, pointing to a door just before them--a heavy clumsily-made door, painted black.
"That room--well, yes; it's a kind of a room, but hasn't been used for fifty years and more, I've heard say.

Stephen keeps seeds there and such-like.