CHAPTER XII.
OF DETERIORATION; AND A WHEELBARROW THAT CONTAINED UNEXPECTED THINGS.
Great events meanwhile were happening in Troy.

On the eighth morning of his eclipse Admiral Buzza was startled by a brisk step upon the stairs; the devil's tattoo was neatly struck upon his bed-room door, and the head of Mr.Goodwyn-Sandys looked in.
"Ah! Admiral, here you are; like What's-his-name in the ruins of Thingummy.

You'll pardon me coming up, but my wife is downstairs with Mrs.Buzza, and I was told I should find you here.

Don't rise-- 'no dress,' as they say.

May I smoke?
Thanks.