Mr.Newt found holes in the carpets, stains upon the cloths, knocks upon the walls, nicks in the glasses and plates at table, scratches upon the furniture, and defects and misfortunes every where.

He went to bed without saying good-night, and came down without a good-morning.

He sat at breakfast morose and silent; or he sighed, and frowned, and muttered, and went out without a smile or a good-by.

There was a profound gloom in the house, an unnatural order.

Nobody dared to derange the papers or books upon the tables, to move the chairs, or to touch any thing.