Snow, save in pictures, is an abomination.
Milsom Street looked asleep, and Gay Street decidedly dreary, but the inhabitants were roused by my knock, and the old landlady nearly shook my hand off.

My father has an attack of jaundice and is in a miserable state.

He was asleep when I got here, and the good old landlady, thinking the front sitting-room would be free, had invited 'company,' i.e., two or three married daughters and their belongings; one of the children beats Magnay's 'Carina' as to beauty--he ought to paint her.
Happy thought, send him and pretty Mrs.Esperance down here on spec.

He can paint the child for the next Academy, and meantime I could enjoy his company.

Well, all these good folks being just set-to at roast beef, I naturally wouldn't hear of disturbing them, and in the end was obliged to sit down too and eat at that hour of the day the hugest dinner you ever saw--anything but voracious appetites offended the hostess.
Magnay's future model, for all its angelic face, 'ate to repletion,' like the fair American in the story.