He lay in his chair without touching puss, it is true; but he kept his eye firmly and constantly fixed upon her, only restrained from an attack by my known objection to such proceedings, and by the immovable composure of the good lady herself.

Half a movement of encouragement on my part, half a movement of flight on the cat's, and Rubens would have been after her.
All this was so plainly expressed in his attitude, that I burst out laughing.

Rubens chose to take this as a sound to the chase, and only by the most peremptory orders could I induce him to keep quiet.

As to the cat, I saw one convulsive twitch of the very tip of her tail, eloquent of wrath; otherwise she never moved.
"Now, my dear," said Mrs.Bundle, "suppose you come upstairs to bed, and get a good night's rest.

I can hear Jemima a-shaking of the coals in the warming-pan now, on the stairs." Warming-pans were not much used at home, and I was greatly interested in the brazen implement which Jemima wielded so dexterously.
"It's like an ironing cloth," was my comment when I got between the sheets.