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did not give his friend time to reply.

"So at last I am in England," he said, looking round the room, with
a slight sneer on his lips; "surely this sober air must have its
influence; surely here I shall be like the rest."

"Have you been ill, Glyndon?"

"Ill, yes. Humph! you have a fine house. Does it contain a spare room
for a solitary wanderer?"

Mr. Mervale glanced at his wife, and his wife looked steadily on the
carpet. "Modest and shy in his manners--rather too much so!" Mrs.
Mervale was in the seventh heaven of indignation and amaze!

"My dear?" said Mr. Mervale at last, meekly and interogatingly.

"My dear!" returned Mrs. Mervale, innocently and sourly.

"We can make up a room for my old friend, Sarah?"

The old friend had sunk back on his chair, and, gazing intently on the
fire, with his feet at ease upon the fender, seemed to have forgotten
his question.

Mrs. Mervale bit her lips, looked thoughtful, and at last coldly
replied, "Certainly, Mr. Mervale; your friends do right to make
themselves at home."

With that she lighted a candle, and moved majestically from the room.
When she returned, the two friends had vanished into Mr. Mervale's
study.

Twelve o'clock struck,--one o'clock, two! Thrice had Mrs. Mervale sent
into the room to know,--first, if they wanted anything; secondly, if Mr.
Glyndon slept on a mattress or feather-bed; thirdly, to inquire if Mr.
Glyndon's trunk, which he had brought with him, should be unpacked. And
to the answer to all these questions was added, in a loud voice from the
visitor,--a voice that pierced from the kitchen to the attic,--"Another
bowl! stronger, if you please, and be quick with it!"

At last Mr. Mervale appeared in the conjugal chamber, not penitent, nor
apologetic,--no, not a bit of it. His eyes twinkled, his cheek flushed,
his feet reeled; he sang,--Mr. Thomas Mervale positively sang!

"Mr. Mervale! is it possible, sir--"

"'Old King Cole was a merry old soul--'"

"Mr. Mervale! sir!--leave me alone, sir!"

"'And a merry old soul was he--'"

"What an example to the servants!"

"'And he called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl--'"

"If you don't behave yourself, sir, I shall call--"

"'Call for his fiddlers three!'"

CHAPTER 5.III.

In der Welt weit
Aus der Einsamkeit
Wollen sie Dich locken.
--"Faust."

(In the wide world, out of the solitude, will these allure thee.)

The next morning, at breakfast,