’Look here,’ said Mr. Trampleasure. ’Stay and pick a bone of mutton with us at supper. Don’t be shy about meeting Sampson. He ain’t here, now at least—and what’s more, he’s not the fellow to bear malice. Lord bless you! if he were a bit rampageous, it was because he had been drinking; and as Moses who was the meekest of men said, when the liquor is in the manners is out. But the contrary is also true—and I Sampson Trampleasure say it—when the liquor is out the manners return. And, though I ain’t a Moses, and a prophet, and all that sort of thing, yet I’ve a pretty shrewd head of my own, and what I say is worth attending to. Come along, Herring, and have a bite with us all, and see the young lady nestle into the bosom of the family. By Grogs! I’ve lost my manners though. Here’s Mrs. Trampleasure, and I’ve never introduced you to her. Mr. Herring, Mrs. Tram, the flame of my youth, the solace of my age—eh, old woman?’ ’Have done wi’ your funning, Tram,’ said the old lady, giggling feebly. ’Will you step in, sir? It gets chilly of an evening, and a fire is agreeable, sir, especially when one is troubled with a cold in the head.’ ’Look here, Herring,’ said Trampleasure, familiarly. ’You are not returning to West Wyke to-night. That is impossible. You are going to sleep at the White Hart or the King’s Arms, that is certain. Well, it ain’t always lively of an evening at an inn. You can plead no engagement, and therefore I will take no excuse. You stay with us and save your pocket the cost of supper. If you are fond of music, we’ll give you some. "Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast," you remember the text—in Malachi I believe, and he was the last of the prophets. If that was the last thing he ever said it was the truest. Is her Serene Highness at all in the tum-tum way?’ ’I really cannot say.’ ’Because, if she is, she’s where her talent will be drawn out. I play the bass violin, Sampson is a Boanerges on the flute, and Orange can do pretty well on the harpsichord. But there she comes herself, all along of her Ladyship. Come in, Herring, this is Liberty Hall, with no more forms and ceremonies in it than in the Tabernacle in the Wilderness.’ He drew the young man into the sitting-room. ’There’s another musician in the house,’ he said, ’but of him, mum. He don’t let himself be heard often, thanks be.’ Herring reluctantly submitted. He was repelled by the old man, but he was concerned for Mirelle. Could she endure this association? Was the daughter, Orange, better than her father, or was she equally vulgar? The mother was feeble and commonplace, not obtrusively offensive. He would like to be satisfied that in Orange poor Mirelle would find a refuge and a support against the coarse father and from the brutal son. He could learn this only by staying, and he therefore accepted the invitation, though not with the best grace.