In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. ‘Parbleu, is this a moment to be out of town? What is the matter with him that he is out of town when I need him?’ ‘Famous!’ uttered a new voice from the doorway. Very well, then. Still, my tutor was a highly educated scholar—my father. She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire.
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