"Hah! then the pink room it must be," he said, sending out such a long puff of smoke that I wondered how his mouth could have held it all. "I say, young un, ain't it time Mary brought up my tea?" "It's past tea-time ever so much," I said, "and her name's Jane." He took hold of an old brass key hanging at the end of a thin steel chain, and dragged out a very big old silver watch, looked at it, shook it, and held it to his ear, and then lowered it down once more into its particular pocket. "Then Mary--Jane won't bring it," said Mr Rowle. As he spoke the door opened, and Jane, our housemaid, exclaimed sharply, "Now, Master Antony, I want you;" and I rose and followed her into the dining-room, where my solitary tea was spread out for me. I stood gazing at it when she left me in a miserable dejected way, for I felt as if I could not eat, and as if the tea when I poured it out would be bitter and salt as my tears; and then I began to think about Mr Rowle, and stole to the door, opened it, and stood listening to the laughing and talking in the kitchen. "I wonder whether they will take Mr Rowle his tea," I thought; and I leaned against the door, listening still, but there was no sign of any preparation. The strong smoke crept out into the hall, and in imagination I could see the little yellow man sitting back and smoking in the chair always used by my father. At last I summoned up my courage and went to the study door, opened it, and asked Mr Rowle if he would come and have some tea. "I will that!" he said with alacrity; "I never despise my beer, but a cup o' tea's my reglar drink." He followed me into the dining-room, and we sat down, I feeling very awkward, especially as Mr Rowle leaned across, lifted the pot, and gave me his peculiar wink. "Silver?" he said. "Yes, sir; and the coffee-pot and basin and jug too," I replied. "Hah! yes." It was very awkward, for there was only one teacup and saucer, and I did not like to ring for another; so I filled that and passed it to Mr Rowle, who sat smoking all the while. "Thankye!" he said, nodding, and he was about to pour it into the saucer when he stopped short. "Hallo!" he said, "where's your'n?" "I--I have not got another cup," I stammered. "Worse disasters at sea!" he said. "Never mind; look ye here, I'll have the saucer and you have the cup," and pouring out the tea, he passed me back the cup, and the meal went on. For the first time since his arrival Mr Rowle laid down his pipe, and after hewing off a great piece of bread, he proceeded to cut it up in little cubes, all six sides of which he buttered before he ate them, while I contented myself with a modest slice or two, for my appetite was gone. It was a doleful meal, but he seemed to enjoy it, and after partaking of five or six saucerfuls he nodded at me again, took up and refilled his pipe, and then walked back to the study, where he sat smoking till ten o'clock, when he went up to bed.