Step in, sir.

Here is Mr.Woodward, ladies; Mr.Woodward, this gentleman is a friend of ours, Mr.Ferdora O'Connor; Ferdora, this is Mr.Woodward; and now I must leave you to entertain each other; but I shall return, Mr.Woodward, before you go, unless you are in a great harry.

Bridget, see that luncheon is ready; but you must lay it in the front parlor, because I have these tenants about me in the dining-room, as it is so much larger." "I have already given orders for that," replied his wife.

He then hurried out and left them, evidently much gratified by Woodward's visit.
O'Connor and the latter having scanned each other by a glance or two, bowed with that extreme air of politeness which is only another name for a want of cordiality.

O'Connor was rather a plain-looking young fellow, as to his person and general appearance; but his Milesian face was handsome, and his eye clear and candid, with a dash of determination and fire in it.