"his only reply to this was a sour grimace. he rose and looked for my cap, and placed it in my hand, and led me out of the house that dreadful gloomy house of his to all appearances, of course, as though i were leaving of my own accord, and he were simply seeing me to the door out of politeness. his house impressed me much; it is like a burial-ground, he seems to like it, which is, however, quite natural.