We have relieved our feelings by grumbling up to the hall-door.

Our murmuring must per force be stilled now, though indeed, were we to _shout_ our discontents at the top of our voices, there would be small fear of our being overheard by the master of the house, he being the boundlessly deaf old gentleman who paid his respects at Tempest on the day of Mrs.Huntley's first call, and insisted on mistaking Barbara for me.

Whether he is yet set right on that head is a point still enveloped in Cimmerian gloom.
It is a bachelor establishment, as any one may perceive by a cursory glance at the disposition of the drawing-room furniture, and at the unfortunate flowers, tightly jammed, packed as thickly as they will go in one huge central bean-pot.
As we arrived rather late and were at once conducted to our rooms, we still remain in the dark as to our co-guests.

Personally, I am not much interested in the question.

There cannot be anybody that it will cause me much satisfaction to meet.