There was nothing remarkable in this room, except a large quantity of china.

There was china on the mantelpiece--china on two tables, and a small beaufet, which stood opposite the glass-door, was covered with china--there were cups, teapots, and vases of various forms, and on all of them I observed characters--not a teapot, not a tea-cup, not a vase of whatever form or size, but appeared to possess hieroglyphics on some part or other.

After surveying these articles for some time with no little interest, I passed into the garden, in which there were small parterres of flowers, and two or three trees, and which, where the house did not abut, was bounded by a wall; turning to the right by a walk by the side of the house, I passed by a door--probably the one I had seen at the end of the passage--and arrived at another window similar to that through which I had come, and which also stood open; I was about to pass by it, when I heard the voice of my entertainer exclaiming, "Is that you?
pray come in." I entered the room, which seemed to be a counterpart of the one which I had just left.

It was of the same size, had the same kind of furniture, and appeared to be equally well stocked with china; one prominent article it possessed, however, which the other room did not exhibit--namely, a clock, which, with its pendulum moving tick-a-tick, hung against the wall opposite to the door, the sight of which made me conclude that the sound which methought I had heard in the stillness of the night was not an imaginary one.

There it hung on the wall, with its pendulum moving tick- a-tick.