dressing…cases； for the toilet tables； answered the end： they looked fresh without being glaring。 A spare parlour and bedroom I refurnished entirely； with old mahogany and crimson upholstery： I laid canvas on the passage； and carpets on the stairs。 When all was finished； I thought Moor House as plete a model of bright modest snugness within； as it was； at this season； a specimen of wintry waste and desert dreariness without。
The eventful Thursday at length came。 They were expected about dark； and ere dusk fires were lit upstairs and below； the kitchen was in perfect trim； Hannah and I were dressed； and all was in readiness。
St。 John arrived first。 I had entreated him to keep quite clear of t