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It
was
a
comfortable
-
looking
place
though
,
for
there
was
a
strong
,
cheerful
light
in
the
bar
window
,
which
shed
a
bright
ray
across
the
road
,
and
even
lighted
up
the
hedge
on
the
other
side
;
and
there
was
a
red
flickering
light
in
the
opposite
window
,
one
moment
but
faintly
discernible
,
and
the
next
gleaming
strongly
through
the
drawn
curtains
,
which
intimated
that
a
rousing
fire
was
blazing
within
.
Marking
these
little
evidences
with
the
eye
of
an
experienced
traveller
,
Tom
dismounted
with
as
much
agility
as
his
half
-
frozen
limbs
would
permit
,
and
entered
the
house
.
‘
In
less
than
five
minutes
’
time
,
Tom
was
ensconced
in
the
room
opposite
the
bar
—
the
very
room
where
he
had
imagined
the
fire
blazing
—
before
a
substantial
,
matter
-
of
-
fact
,
roaring
fire
,
composed
of
something
short
of
a
bushel
of
coals
,
and
wood
enough
to
make
half
a
dozen
decent
gooseberry
bushes
,
piled
half
-
way
up
the
chimney
,
and
roaring
and
crackling
with
a
sound
that
of
itself
would
have
warmed
the
heart
of
any
reasonable
man
.
This
was
comfortable
,
but
this
was
not
all
;
for
a
smartly
-
dressed
girl
,
with
a
bright
eye
and
a
neat
ankle
,
was
laying
a
very
clean
white
cloth
on
the
table
;
and
as
Tom
sat
with
his
slippered
feet
on
the
fender
,
and
his
back
to
the
open
door
,
he
saw
a
charming
prospect
of
the
bar
reflected
in
the
glass
over
the
chimney
-
piece
,
with
delightful
rows
of
green
bottles
and
gold
labels
,
together
with
jars
of
pickles
and
preserves
,
and
cheeses
and
boiled
hams
,
and
rounds
of
beef
,
arranged
on
shelves
in
the
most
tempting
and
delicious
array
.
Well
,
this
was
comfortable
too
;
but
even
this
was
not
all
—
for
in
the
bar
,
seated
at
tea
at
the
nicest
possible
little
table
,
drawn
close
up
before
the
brightest
possible
little
fire
,
was
a
buxom
widow
of
somewhere
about
eight
-
and
-
forty
or
thereabouts
,
with
a
face
as
comfortable
as
the
bar
,
who
was
evidently
the
landlady
of
the
house
,
and
the
supreme
ruler
over
all
these
agreeable
possessions
.
There
was
only
one
drawback
to
the
beauty
of
the
whole
picture
,
and
that
was
a
tall
man
—
a
very
tall
man
—
in
a
brown
coat
and
bright
basket
buttons
,
and
black
whiskers
and
wavy
black
hair
,
who
was
seated
at
tea
with
the
widow
,
and
who
it
required
no
great
penetration
to
discover
was
in
a
fair
way
of
persuading
her
to
be
a
widow
no
longer
,
but
to
confer
upon
him
the
privilege
of
sitting
down
in
that
bar
,
for
and
during
the
whole
remainder
of
the
term
of
his
natural
life
.
‘
Tom
Smart
was
by
no
means
of
an
irritable
or
envious
disposition
,
but
somehow
or
other
the
tall
man
with
the
brown
coat
and
the
bright
basket
buttons
did
rouse
what
little
gall
he
had
in
his
composition
,
and
did
make
him
feel
extremely
indignant
,
the
more
especially
as
he
could
now
and
then
observe
,
from
his
seat
before
the
glass
,
certain
little
affectionate
familiarities
passing
between
the
tall
man
and
the
widow
,
which
sufficiently
denoted
that
the
tall
man
was
as
high
in
favour
as
he
was
in
size
.
Tom
was
fond
of
hot
punch
—
I
may
venture
to
say
he
was
VERY
fond
of
hot
punch
—
and
after
he
had
seen
the
vixenish
mare
well
fed
and
well
littered
down
,
and
had
eaten
every
bit
of
the
nice
little
hot
dinner
which
the
widow
tossed
up
for
him
with
her
own
hands
,
he
just
ordered
a
tumbler
of
it
by
way
of
experiment
.
Now
,
if
there
was
one
thing
in
the
whole
range
of
domestic
art
,
which
the
widow
could
manufacture
better
than
another
,
it
was
this
identical
article
;
and
the
first
tumbler
was
adapted
to
Tom
Smart
’
s
taste
with
such
peculiar
nicety
,
that
he
ordered
a
second
with
the
least
possible
delay
.
Hot
punch
is
a
pleasant
thing
,
gentlemen
—
an
extremely
pleasant
thing
under
any
circumstances
—
but
in
that
snug
old
parlour
,
before
the
roaring
fire
,
with
the
wind
blowing
outside
till
every
timber
in
the
old
house
creaked
again
,
Tom
Smart
found
it
perfectly
delightful
.
He
ordered
another
tumbler
,
and
then
another
—
I
am
not
quite
certain
whether
he
didn
’
t
order
another
after
that
—
but
the
more
he
drank
of
the
hot
punch
,
the
more
he
thought
of
the
tall
man
.
‘
"
Confound
his
impudence
!
"
said
Tom
to
himself
,
"
what
business
has
he
in
that
snug
bar
?
Such
an
ugly
villain
too
!
"
said
Tom
.
"
If
the
widow
had
any
taste
,
she
might
surely
pick
up
some
better
fellow
than
that
.
"
Here
Tom
’
s
eye
wandered
from
the
glass
on
the
chimney
-
piece
to
the
glass
on
the
table
;
and
as
he
felt
himself
becoming
gradually
sentimental
,
he
emptied
the
fourth
tumbler
of
punch
and
ordered
a
fifth
.
‘
Tom
Smart
,
gentlemen
,
had
always
been
very
much
attached
to
the
public
line
.
It
had
been
long
his
ambition
to
stand
in
a
bar
of
his
own
,
in
a
green
coat
,
knee
-
cords
,
and
tops
.
He
had
a
great
notion
of
taking
the
chair
at
convivial
dinners
,
and
he
had
often
thought
how
well
he
could
preside
in
a
room
of
his
own
in
the
talking
way
,
and
what
a
capital
example
he
could
set
to
his
customers
in
the
drinking
department
.
All
these
things
passed
rapidly
through
Tom
’
s
mind
as
he
sat
drinking
the
hot
punch
by
the
roaring
fire
,
and
he
felt
very
justly
and
properly
indignant
that
the
tall
man
should
be
in
a
fair
way
of
keeping
such
an
excellent
house
,
while
he
,
Tom
Smart
,
was
as
far
off
from
it
as
ever
.
So
,
after
deliberating
over
the
two
last
tumblers
,
whether
he
hadn
’
t
a
perfect
right
to
pick
a
quarrel
with
the
tall
man
for
having
contrived
to
get
into
the
good
graces
of
the
buxom
widow
,
Tom
Smart
at
last
arrived
at
the
satisfactory
conclusion
that
he
was
a
very
ill
-
used
and
persecuted
individual
,
and
had
better
go
to
bed
.
‘
Up
a
wide
and
ancient
staircase
the
smart
girl
preceded
Tom
,
shading
the
chamber
candle
with
her
hand
,
to
protect
it
from
the
currents
of
air
which
in
such
a
rambling
old
place
might
have
found
plenty
of
room
to
disport
themselves
in
,
without
blowing
the
candle
out
,
but
which
did
blow
it
out
nevertheless
—
thus
affording
Tom
’
s
enemies
an
opportunity
of
asserting
that
it
was
he
,
and
not
the
wind
,
who
extinguished
the
candle
,
and
that
while
he
pretended
to
be
blowing
it
alight
again
,
he
was
in
fact
kissing
the
girl
.
Be
this
as
it
may
,
another
light
was
obtained
,
and
Tom
was
conducted
through
a
maze
of
rooms
,
and
a
labyrinth
of
passages
,
to
the
apartment
which
had
been
prepared
for
his
reception
,
where
the
girl
bade
him
good
-
night
and
left
him
alone
.
‘
It
was
a
good
large
room
with
big
closets
,
and
a
bed
which
might
have
served
for
a
whole
boarding
-
school
,
to
say
nothing
of
a
couple
of
oaken
presses
that
would
have
held
the
baggage
of
a
small
army
;
but
what
struck
Tom
’
s
fancy
most
was
a
strange
,
grim
-
looking
,
high
backed
chair
,
carved
in
the
most
fantastic
manner
,
with
a
flowered
damask
cushion
,
and
the
round
knobs
at
the
bottom
of
the
legs
carefully
tied
up
in
red
cloth
,
as
if
it
had
got
the
gout
in
its
toes
.
Of
any
other
queer
chair
,
Tom
would
only
have
thought
it
was
a
queer
chair
,
and
there
would
have
been
an
end
of
the
matter
;
but
there
was
something
about
this
particular
chair
,
and
yet
he
couldn
’
t
tell
what
it
was
,
so
odd
and
so
unlike
any
other
piece
of
furniture
he
had
ever
seen
,
that
it
seemed
to
fascinate
him
.
He
sat
down
before
the
fire
,
and
stared
at
the
old
chair
for
half
an
hour
.
—
Damn
the
chair
,
it
was
such
a
strange
old
thing
,
he
couldn
’
t
take
his
eyes
off
it
.
