"Yes—a sylph—into my grave. It's a bad world, and them that's suffered in it soon tires on it, sir."
"You have not had a great deal to trouble you. Neither chick, nor child, nor husband, egad! So here we are."
They were now standing on the gallery, at the head of the great staircase.
"These are the rooms your letter says are not furnished—eh? Let us come to the front gallery."
So, first walking down the gallery in which they were, to the right, and then entering a passage by a turn on the left, they reached the front gallery which runs parallel to that at the head of the stairs.
"Where have you put Beatrix?"
"She wished the room next mine, please, sir, up-stairs," answered the housekeeper.
"Near the front—eh?"
"The left side, please, sir, as you look from the front," replied she.
"From the front?" he repeated.