“Do me the favour,” said Eugene, getting out of his chair with much gravity, “to come and inspect that feature of our establishment which you rashly disparage.” With that, taking up a candle, he conducted his chum into the fourth room of the set of chambers⁠—a little narrow room⁠—which was very completely and neatly fitted as a kitchen. “See!” said Eugene, “miniature flour-barrel, rolling-pin, spice-box, shelf of brown jars, chopping-board, coffee-mill, dresser elegantly furnished with crockery, saucepans and pans, roasting jack, a charming kettle, an armoury of dish-covers. The moral influence of these objects, in forming the domestic virtues, may have an immense influence upon me; not upon you, for you are a hopeless case, but upon me. In fact, I have an idea that I feel the domestic virtues already forming. Do me the favour to step into my bedroom. Secretaire, you see, and abstruse set of solid mahogany pigeonholes, one for every letter of the alphabet. To what use do I devote them? I receive a bill⁠—say from Jones. I docket it neatly at the secretaire, Jones , and I put it into pigeonhole J