sed； and all was in readiness。
St。 John arrived first。 I had entreated him to keep quite clear of the house till everything was arranged： and； indeed； the bare idea of the motion； at once sordid and trivial； going on within its walls sufficed to scare him to estrangement。 He found me in the kitchen； watching the progress of certain cakes for tea； then baking。 Approaching the hearth； he asked； “If I was at last satisfied with housemaid’s work？” I answered by inviting him to acpany me on a general inspection of the result of my labours。 With some difficulty； I got him to make the tour of the house。 He just looked in at the doors I opened； and when he had wandered upstairs and downstairs； he said I must have gone through a great deal of fatigue and trouble to have effected such considerable changes in so short a time： but not a syllable did he utter indicating pleasure in the improved aspect of his abode。
This silence damped me。 I thought perhaps the alterations had disturbed some old associations he valued。 I inquired whether this was the case： no doubt in a somewhat crest…fallen tone。
“Not at all； he had； on the contrary； remarked that I had scrupulously respected every association： he feared； indeed； I must have bestowed more thought on the matter than it was worth。 How many minutes； for instance； had I devoted to studying the arrangement of this very room？—By…the…bye； could I tell him where such a book was？”
I showed him the volume on the shelf： he took it down； and withdrawing to his accustomed window recess； he began to read it。
Now； I did not like this； reader。 St。 John was a good man； but I began to feel he had spoken truth of himself when he said he was hard and cold。 The humanities and amenities of life had no attraction for