I ate the goose, but found that after I had finished the pie I had but little zest for the cheese, which I finished without enjoyment.

The cider had a sour taste, and after having permitted Horrod to refill the flagon twice I found that it induced a sense of melancholy and decided to drink no more.
My meal finished, the butler picked up the candle and beckoned me to follow him.

We passed through the empty corridors of the house, a long line of pictured Buggams looking upon us as we passed, their portraits in the flickering light of the taper assuming a strange and life-like appearance, as if leaning forward from their frames to gaze upon the intruder.
Horrod led me upstairs and I realized that he was taking me to the tower in the east wing, in which I had observed a light.
The rooms to which the butler conducted me consisted of a sitting-room with an adjoining bedroom, both of them fitted with antique wainscoting against which a faded tapestry fluttered.

There was a candle burning on the table in the sitting-room, but its insufficient light only rendered the surroundings the more dismal.

Horrod bent down in front of the fireplace and endeavoured to light a fire there.