"Not at all. I chose it as a conspicuous part of the house. I think it cannot be too prominently kept before the whole establishment. I wish my people to be impressed with the enormity of the crime, the determination to punish it, and the hopelessness of escape. At the same time, officer, if you in your better knowledge of the subject see any objection--"
Mr. Bucket sees none now; the bill having been put up, had better not be taken down. Repeating his three bows he withdraws, closing the door on Volumnia's little scream, which is a preliminary to her remarking that that charmingly horrible person is a perfect Blue Chamber.
In his fondness for society and his adaptability to all grades, Mr. Bucket is presently standing before the hall-fire--bright and warm on the early winter night--admiring Mercury.
"Why, you're six foot two, I suppose?" says Mr. Bucket.

"Not at all. I chose it as a conspicuous part of the house. I wish my people to be impressed with the enormity of the crime, the determination to punish it, and the hopelessness of escape."
Mr. Bucket repeats his bows and withdraws. Soon he is standing before the bright hall-fire, admiring the footman.
"Why, you're six foot two, I suppose?" says Mr. Bucket.
