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I snatched at the relief held out to me. To sit in the company of that

condescending prig, to bore him and to be bored by him, was a doleful

grievance I did not wish to inflict upon myself, and I eagerly

answered that the day had been a long and hard one, and that I would

be glad to go to bed.

This was an assertion which was doubly false, for I was not in the

least tired or sleepy; and just as I had made the statement and was

entering the hall I saw that the young lady was standing at the parlor

door; but it was too late now for me to change my mind.

"Brownster," said Mr. Putney to his butler, "will you give this

gentleman a candle and show him to his room?"

Brownster quietly bowed, and stepping to a table in the corner, on

which stood some brass bed-room candlesticks, he lighted one of the

candles and stood waiting.

The gentleman moved towards his daughter, and then he stopped and

turned to me. "We have breakfast," he said, "at half-past eight But if

that is too late for you," he added, with a certain hesitation, "you

can have--"

At this moment I distinctly saw his daughter punch him with her elbow,

and as I had no desire to make an early start, and wished very much to

enjoy a good breakfast in Cathay, I quickly declared that I was in no

hurry, and that the family breakfast hour would suit me perfectly.

The young lady disappeared into the parlor, and I moved towards the

butler; but my host, probably thinking that he had not been quite as

attentive to me as his station demanded, or wishing to let me see what

a fine house he possessed, stepped up to me and asked me to look into

the billiard-room, the door of which I was about to pass. After some

remarks of deprecatory ostentation, in which he informed me that in

building his house he thought only of comfort and convenience, and

nothing of show, he carelessly invited my attention to the

drawing-room, the library, the music-room, and the little

sitting-room, all of which were furnished with as much stiffness and

hardness and inharmonious coloring as money could command.

When we had finished the round of these rooms he made me a bow as

stiff as one of his white and gold chairs, and I followed the butler

up the staircase. The man with the light preceded me into a room on

the second floor, and just as I was about to enter after him I saw the

young lady come around a corner of the hall with a lighted candle in

her hand.