But young Mr. Baxter was another matter, and there was a deal to say about him.  He was a gentleman—­that was certain; and he seemed to have sense; but it was a pity that he was so often here now on this business.  He had not said one word to Mr. Parker this evening as he took off his coat; Mr. Parker had not thought that he looked very well.

“He was too quiet-like,” said the butler.

As to the details of the affair upstairs—­these were considered in a purely humorous light.  It was understood that tables danced a hornpipe, and that tambourines were beaten by invisible hands; and it was not necessary to go further into principles, particularly since all these things were done by machinery at the Egyptian Hall.  Faces also, it was believed, were seen looking out of the cabinet which Mr. Parker had once more helped to erect this morning; but these, it was explained, were “done” by luminous paint.  Finally, if people insisted on looking into causes, Electricity was a sufficient answer for all the rest.  No one actually suggested water-power.

As for human motives, these were not called in question at all.  It appeared to amuse some people to do this kind of thing, as others might collect old china or practice the cotillion.  There it was, a fact, and there was no more to be said about it.  Old Lady Carraden, where Mr. Parker had once been under-butler, had gone in for pouter pigeons; and Miss Baker had heard tell of a nobleman who had a carpenter’s shop of his own.

These things were so, then; and meantime here was a cigar to be smoked by Mr. Parker, and a little weak tea to be taken by the three ladies.

It was about a quarter-past ten when a reversion was made to the weather.  Within here all was supremely comfortable.  A black stuff mat, with a red fringed border, lay before the blazing fire, convenient to the feet; the heavy red curtains shut out the darkness, and where the glass cases of china permitted it, large photographs of wedding groups and the houses of the nobility hung upon the walls.  A King Charles’ spaniel, in another glass case, looked upon the company with an eternal snarl belied by the mildness of his brown eyes; and, corresponding to him on the other side of the fire, a numerous family of humming-birds, a little dusty and dim, poised perpetually above the flowers of a lichened tree, with a flaming sunset to show them up.

But, without, the wind tore unceasingly, laden with rain, through the gusty darkness of the little garden, and, in the pauses, the swift dripping from the roof splashed and splashed upon the paved walk.  It was a very wild night, as Mr. Parker observed four times:  he only hoped that no one would require a hansom cab.  He had been foolish enough to take the responsibility tonight of letting the guests out himself, and of allowing William to go to bed when he wished.  And these were late affairs, seldom over before eleven, and often not till nearly midnight.