The Colonel walked about the parlor, inspecting his regiment of lamps.

By and by Mr.
Geordie entered.
"Mph! mph!" he sniffed, as he came in.

"You smell of lamp-smoke here." That always galls people,--to have a new-comer accuse them of smoke or close air, which they have got used to and do not perceive.

The Colonel raged at the thought of his lamps' smoking, and tongued a few anathemas inside of his shut teeth, but turned down two or three wicks that burned higher than the rest.
Master H.Frederic next made his appearance, with questionable marks upon his fingers and countenance.

Had been tampering with something brown and sticky.