Mrs。StainesandherfriendnowstartedforMorley\'sHotel，butwentroundbyRegentStreet，wherebytheygotgluedatPeterRobinson\'swindow，andnineotherwindows；anditwasnearlyfiveo\'clockwhentheyreachedMorley\'s。Astheycamenearthedooroftheirsitting-room，Mrs。Stainesheardsomebodylaughingandtalkingtoherhusband。Thelaugh，tohersubtleears，didnotsoundmusicalandgenial，butkeen，satirical，unpleasant；soitwaswithsometimiditysheopenedthedoor，andtheresattheoldchapwiththetwinklingeyes。Bothpartiesstaredateachotheramoment。
\"Why，itisthem，\"criedtheoldgentleman。\"Ha!ha!ha!ha!ha!\"
Rosacoloredallover，andfeltguiltysomehow，andlookedmiserable。
\"Rosadear，\"saidDr。Staines，\"thisisourUnclePhilip。\"
\"Oh!\"saidRosa，andturnedredandpalebyturns；forshehadagreatdesiretopropitiateUnclePhilip。