"I want to say something serious," replied old mazey, with impenetrable solemnity.
No better name for it could have been devised than the name which old mazey had found.
Her own eyes had shown her old mazey on his way to the upper regions, more than an hour since, with a candle in his hand.
Later in the day Magdalen found an opportunity of applying to old mazey himself.
When old mazey had opened it to show her the rooms in the east wing, she had heard no noise.
"This mustn't happen again, mazey," the admiral used to answer.
There sat old mazey, with his spectacles low on his nose, and his knotty old hands blundering over the rigging of his model ship.
"They're all alike," proceeded old mazey, with his head still running on the sex.
"I'll show you, my dear," said old mazey, speaking in the high and hollow voice peculiar to the deaf.
Old mazey dismissed the subject with another dreary wave of his hand.