Come along, little hound." "It's a dear old place," said the young man, looking sidewise at his neighbour.
"What's his name ?" she asked, her attention having again reverted to the terrier.
"My father's name ?" "Yes," said the young lady with amusement; "but don't tell him I asked you." They had come by this time to where old Mr.Touchett was sitting, and he slowly got up from his chair to introduce himself.
"My mother has arrived," said Ralph, "and this is Miss Archer." The old man placed his two hands on her shoulders, looked at her a moment with extreme benevolence and then gallantly kissed her.

"It's a great pleasure to me to see you here; but I wish you had given us a chance to receive you." "Oh, we were received," said the girl.

"There were about a dozen servants in the hall.

And there was an old woman curtseying at the gate." "We can do better than that--if we have notice!" And the old man stood there smiling, rubbing his hands and slowly shaking his head at her.
"But Mrs.Touchett doesn't like receptions." "She went straight to her room." "Yes--and locked herself in.

She always does that.