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- # Wife's Escalating Schemes and House's Labyrinthine Nature
## Overview
This is a segment from the short story [I and My Chimney](arke:01KG8AJ72QDX8N8STJ3550X2NW), extracted from the file [i_and_my_chimney.txt](arke:01KG89J1H4TA19251AXAPE3ZWC). It describes the narrator's wife's ambitious renovation plans and the confusing layout of their house, particularly the dining room. The segment falls between lines 526 and 580 of the source file.
## Context
The short story [I and My Chimney](arke:01KG8AJ72QDX8N8STJ3550X2NW) is part of the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. This segment follows [Wife's Proposed Archway Through the Chimney](arke:01KG8AJMKBA6KC2QR04Q1DF4EQ) and precedes [Inconveniences and Guest Bewilderment](arke:01KG8AJMKBAK3FKP8HSRHZX0MZ) in the story's sequence.
## Contents
The segment details the wife's escalating renovation schemes, extending from the first floor to the attic. It highlights the house's labyrinthine nature, a consequence of the central chimney around which the rooms are arranged. The dining room, with its nine doors leading in various directions, is presented as a prime example of the house's confusing layout. The narrator recounts an anecdote about a stylish young gentleman who, while visiting the narrator's daughter, becomes disoriented and ends up backing himself into a dark pantry, illustrating the bewilderment experienced by guests.
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- Wife's Escalating Schemes and House's Labyrinthine Nature
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- But my bustling wife did not restrict her objections, nor in the end
confine her proposed alterations to the first floor. Her ambition was
of the mounting order. She ascended with her schemes to the second
floor, and so to the attic. Perhaps there was some small ground for her
discontent with things as they were. The truth is, there was no regular
passage-way up-stairs or down, unless we again except that little
orchestra-gallery before mentioned. And all this was owing to the
chimney, which my gamesome spouse seemed despitefully to regard as the
bully of the house. On all its four sides, nearly all the chambers
sidled up to the chimney for the benefit of a fireplace. The chimney
would not go to them; they must needs go to it. The consequence was,
almost every room, like a philosophical system, was in itself an entry,
or passage-way to other rooms, and systems of rooms—a whole suite of
entries, in fact. Going through the house, you seem to be forever going
somewhere, and getting nowhere. It is like losing one’s self in the
woods; round and round the chimney you go, and if you arrive at all, it
is just where you started, and so you begin again, and again get
nowhere. Indeed—though I say it not in the way of faultfinding at
all—never was there so labyrinthine an abode. Guests will tarry with me
several weeks and every now and then, be anew astonished at some
unforeseen apartment.
The puzzling nature of the mansion, resulting from the chimney, is
peculiarly noticeable in the dining-room, which has no less than nine
doors, opening in all directions, and into all sorts of places. A
stranger for the first time entering this dining-room, and naturally
taking no special heed at what door he entered, will, upon rising to
depart, commit the strangest blunders. Such, for instance, as opening
the first door that comes handy, and finding himself stealing up-stairs
by the back passage. Shutting that door, he will proceed to another,
and be aghast at the cellar yawning at his feet. Trying a third, he
surprises the housemaid at her work. In the end, no more relying on his
own unaided efforts, he procures a trusty guide in some passing person,
and in good time successfully emerges. Perhaps as curious a blunder as
any, was that of a certain stylish young gentleman, a great exquisite,
in whose judicious eyes my daughter Anna had found especial favor. He
called upon the young lady one evening, and found her alone in the
dining-room at her needlework. He stayed rather late; and after
abundance of superfine discourse, all the while retaining his hat and
cane, made his profuse adieus, and with repeated graceful bows
proceeded to depart, after the fashion of courtiers from the Queen, and
by so doing, opening a door at random, with one hand placed behind,
very effectually succeeded in backing himself into a dark pantry, where
he carefully shut himself up, wondering there was no light in the
entry. After several strange noises as of a cat among the crockery, he
reappeared through the same door, looking uncommonly crestfallen, and,
with a deeply embarrassed air, requested my daughter to designate at
which of the nine he should find exit. When the mischievous Anna told
me the story, she said it was surprising how unaffected and
matter-of-fact the young gentleman’s manner was after his reappearance.
He was more candid than ever, to be sure; having inadvertently thrust
his white kids into an open drawer of Havana sugar, under the
impression, probably, that being what they call “a sweet fellow,” his
route might possibly lie in that direction.
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- Wife's Escalating Schemes and House's Labyrinthine Nature