The Home It is a essay book. My sweet friend', said Judge Frank, in a tone of vexation', it is not worth while reading aloud to you if you keep yawning incessantly, and looking about, first to the right and then to the left;' and with these words he laid down a treatise of Jeremy Bentham, which he had been reading, and rose from his seat. 'Ah, forgive me, dear friend!' returned his wife', but really these good things are all somewhat indigestible, and I was thinking about——Come here, dear Brigitta!' said Mrs. Elise Frank, beckoning an old servant to her, to whom she then spoke in an under tone. Whilst this was going on, the Judge, a handsome strong-built man of probably forty, walked up and down the room, and then suddenly pausing as if in consideration, before one of the walls, he exclaimed to his wife, who by this time had finished her conversation with the old servant", See, love, now if we were to have a door opened here—and it could very easily be done, for it is only a lath-and-plaster wall—we could then get so conveniently into our bedroom, without first going through the sitting-room and the nursery—it would indeed be capital!