Mrs Tullivers Teraphim, or Household Gods

WHEN the coach set down Tom and Maggie, it was five hours since she had started from home, and she was thinking with some trembling that her father had perhaps missed her and asked for `the little wench in vain. She thought of no other change that might have happened. She hurried along the gravel walk and entered the house before Tom, but in the entrance she was startled by a strong smell of tobacco. The parlour door was ajar - that was where the smell came from. It was very strange: could any visitor be smoking at a time like this? Was her mother there? If so, she must be told that Tom was come. Maggie, after this pause of surprise was only in the act of opening the door when Tom came up and they both looked in the parlour together. There was a coarse, dingy man, of whose face Tom had some vague recollection, sitting in his fathers chair, smoking, with a jug and glass beside him.

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