Ah: my dear—Madam there is the great mistake—'tis this very conscious Innocence that is of the greatest Prejudice to you—what is it makes you negligent of Forms and careless of the world's opinion—why the consciousness of your Innocence—what makes you thoughtless in your Conduct and apt to run into a thousand little imprudences

He turned his slat chair, property of the house, squealing rustfully in the joints, so that he could not see the kitchen window.

an unpaid bill

an adjoining room