Her eyes were turned to it, as she spoke, with most delighted admiration and enjoyment.  There was not a trace in it of any sense of deprivation.

“And those threads of railway, with their puffs of smoke and steam changing places so fast, make it so lively for me,” she went on.  “I think of the number of people who can go where they wish, on their business, or their pleasure; I remember that the puffs make signs to me that they are actually going while I look; and that enlivens the prospect with abundance of company, if I want company.  There is the great Junction, too.  I don’t see it under the foot of the hill, but I can very often hear it, and I always know it is there.  It seems to join me, in a way, to I don’t know how many places and things that I shall never see.”

With an abashed kind of idea that it might have already joined himself to something he had never seen, he said constrainedly:  “Just so.”

“And so you see, sir,” pursued Phoebe, “I am not the invalid you thought me, and I am very well off indeed.”

“You have a happy disposition,” said Barbox Brothers:  perhaps with a slight excusatory touch for his own disposition.

“Ah!  But you should know my father,” she replied.  “His is the happy disposition!—­Don’t mind, sir!” For his reserve took the alarm at a step upon the stairs, and he distrusted that he would be set down for a troublesome intruder.  “This is my father coming.”

The door opened, and the father paused there.

“Why, Lamps!” exclaimed Barbox Brothers, starting from his chair.  “How do you do, Lamps?”

To which Lamps responded:  “The gentleman for Nowhere!  How do you do, sir?”

And they shook hands, to the greatest admiration and surprise of Lamp’s daughter.

“I have looked you up half-a-dozen times since that night,” said Barbox Brothers, “but have never found you.”

“So I’ve heerd on, sir, so I’ve heerd on,” returned Lamps.  “It’s your being noticed so often down at the Junction, without taking any train, that has begun to get you the name among us of the gentleman for Nowhere.  No offence in my having called you by it when took by surprise, I hope, sir?”

“None at all.  It’s as good a name for me as any other you could call me by.  But may I ask you a question in the corner here?”

Lamps suffered himself to be led aside from his daughter’s couch by one of the buttons of his velveteen jacket.

“Is this the bedside where you sing your songs?”

Lamps nodded.

The gentleman for Nowhere clapped him on the shoulder, and they faced about again.

“Upon my word, my dear,” said Lamps then to his daughter, looking from her to her visitor, “it is such an amaze to me, to find you brought acquainted with this gentleman, that I must (if this gentleman will excuse me) take a rounder.”

Mr. Lamps demonstrated in action what this meant, by pulling out his oily handkerchief rolled up in the form of a ball, and giving himself an elaborate smear, from behind the right ear, up the cheek, across the forehead, and down the other cheek to behind his left ear.  After this operation he shone exceedingly.