have never described Lenhart Davy, nor can I; but to use the keener words of my friend Dumas, he was one of the men the most "significant" I ever knew. FOOTNOTE: [6] This would make the romance open in the year 1833. CHAPTER VI. Arrived at his house,--that house, just what a house should be, to the purpose in every respect,--I flew in as if quite at home. I was rather amazed that I saw no woman-creature about, nor any kind of servant. The door at the end of the passage was still open; I still saw out into the little lawny yard, but nobody was stirring. "The house was haunted!" I believe it,--by a choir of glorious ghosts! "Dear alto, you will not be alarmed to be locked in with me, I hope, will you?" "Frightened, sir? Oh, no, it is delicious." I most truly felt it delicious. I preceded him up the staircase,--he remaining behind to lock the little door. I most truly felt it delicious. Allow me again to allude to the appetite. I was very hungry, and when I entered the parlor I beheld such preparation upon the table as reminded me it is at times satisfactory as well as necessary to eat and drink. The brown inkstand and company were removed, and in their stead I saw a little tray, of an oval form, upon which tray stood the most exquisite porcelain service for two I have ever seen. The china was small and very old,--I knew that, for we were rather curious in china at home; and I saw how very valuable these cups, that cream-jug, those plates must be. They were of pearly clearness, and the crimson and purple butterfly on each rested over a sprig of honeysuckle entwined with violets. "Oh, what beautiful china!" I exclaimed; I could not help it, and Lenhart Davy smiled. "It was a present to me from my class in Germany." "Did you have a class, sir, in Germany?" "Only little boys, Charlie, like myself." "Sir, did you teach when you were a little boy?" "I began to teach before I was a great boy, but I taught only little boys then." He placed me in a chair while he left the room for an instant. I suppose he entered the next, for I heard him close at hand. Coming back quickly, he placed a little spirit-lamp upon the table, and a little bright kettle over it; it boiled very soon. He made such tea!--I shall never forget it; and when I told him I very seldom had tea at home, he answered, "I seldom drink more than one cup myself; but I think one cannot hurt even such a nervous person as you are,--and besides, tea improves the voice,--did you know that?" I laughed, and drew my chair close to his. Nor shall I ever forget the tiny loaves, white and brown, nor the tiny pat of butter, nor the thin, transparent biscuits, crisp as hoar-frost, and delicate as if made of Israelitish manna. Davy ate not much himself, but he seemed delighted to see me eat, nor would he allow me to talk. "One never should," said he, "while eating."