Dinner, the servant said, was prepared for half-past seven.

Would Mr.Finn wish to dress?
Of course he wished to dress.
And as it was already past seven he hurried up stairs to his room.
Here again everything was cold and wretched.

There was no fire, and the man had left him with a single candle.

There were candlesticks on the dressing-table, but they were empty.

The man had suggested hot water, but the hot water did not come.