"And they were in an awful rage with him, and said he should pay expenses, and all that.

And he wouldn't pay expenses--the chimney-glass alone was twelve pound fifteen; and there was a regular quarrel, and they turned him out." "But what was the nature of the misfortune ?" "He set the parlour chimney on fire." Miss Deborah's lips parted with amazement; she appeared to find some difficulty in closing them again.
"Set the parlour chimney on fire, Mr.Jan!" "Very careless of him," continued Jan, with composure.

"He had no business to carry gunpowder about with him.

Of course they won't believe but he flung it in purposely." Miss Deborah could not gather her senses.

"Who won't ?--the ladies at Chalk Cottage ?" "The ladies at Chalk Cottage," assented Jan.