"I've been waiting; I came here to see you--pray, shut the door--from two gentlemen, Jews whom you know--_friends_--don't be uneasy--friends of _mine_, friends of _yours_--Mr. Goldshed and Mr. Levi, the kindest, sweetest, sharpest fellows alive, and here's a note from them--you can _read_?" "Read! Law bless you--yes, sir," answered Sally. "Thanks for the blessing: read the note; it's only to tell you I'm the person they mentioned this morning, Mr. Dingwell. Are the rooms ready? You can make me comfortable--eh?" "In a humble way, sir," she answered, with a courtesy. "Yes, of course; I'm a humble fellow, and--I hear you're a sensible young lady. These little pitchers here, of course, have ears: I'll say all that's necessary as we go up: there's a fellow with a cab at the door, isn't there? Well, there's some little luggage of mine on it--we must get it up stairs; give the Hamal something to lend a hand; but first let me see my rooms." "Yes, sir," said Sally, with another courtesy, not knowing what a Hamal meant. And Mr. Dingwell, taking up his bag and stick, followed her in silence, as with the dusky candle she led the way up the stairs. She lighted a pair of candles in the drawing-room. There was some fire in the grate. The rooms looked better than he had expected; there were curtains, and an old Turkish carpet, and some shabby, and some handsome, pieces of furniture. "It will do, it will do--ha, ha, ha! How like a pawnbroker's store it looks--no two things match in it; but it is not bad: those Jew fellows, of course, did it? All this stuff isn't yours?" said Mr. Dingwell. "Law bless you, no, sir," answered Sally, with a dismal smile and a shake of her head. "Thanks again for your blessing. And the bed-room?" inquired he. She pushed open the door. "Capital looking-glass," said he, standing before his dressing-table--"cap-i-tal! if it weren't for that great seam across the middle--ha, ha, ha! funny effect, by Jove! Is it colder than usual, here?" "No, sir, please; a nice evening." "Devilish nice, by Allah! I'm cold through and through my great coat. Will you please poke up that fire a little? Hey! what a grand bed we've got! what tassels and ropes! and, by Jove, carved angels or _Cupids_--I hope Cupids--on the foot-board!" he said, running the tip of his cane along the profile of one of them. "They must have got this a wonderful bargain. Hey! I hope no one died in it last week?" "Oh, la! sir; Mr. Levi is a very pitickler gentleman; he wouldn't for all he's worth." "Oh! not he, I know; very particular." Mr. Dingwell was holding the piece of damask curtain between his finger and thumb, and she fancied was sniffing at it gently. "Very particular, but I'm more so. We, English, are the dirtiest dogs in the world. They ought to get the Turks to teach 'em to wash and be clean. I travelled in the East once, for a commercial house, and know something of them. Can you make coffee?" "Yes, sir, please." "Very strong?" "Yes, sir, sure."