count the buttons on the liveried youth, when--

To this day she sinks her voice as she narrates it. She saw--the
unseemliness, the monstrous indelicacy of it!--she saw--the nightcap
and shoulders of Admiral Buzza craning out of the next-door window!

What happened next? Whether she actually fainted, or merely kept her
eyes shut, she cannot clearly remember. But for weeks afterwards, as
she declares, the sight of a man caused her to "turn all colours."

It was significant, this nightcap of Admiral Buzza--as the ram's horn
to Jericho, the Mother Carey's chicken to the doomed ship.
It announced, even as it struck, the first blow at the old morality
of Troy.




CHAPTER IV.


OF CERTAIN LEPERS; AND TWO BROTHERS, WHO, BEING MUCH ALIKE, LOVED
THEIR SISTER, AND RECOMMENDED THE USE OF GLOBES.

I must here clear myself on a point which has no doubt caused the
reader some indignation. "We remarked," he or she will say, "that,
some chapters back, the Admiral described Troy as a 'beautiful little
town.' Why, then, have we had no description of it, no digressions
on scenery, no word-painting?"