Then we gazed round us at the high, thin window of old stained glass, the oak panelling, the stags' heads, the coats-of-arms upon the walls, all dim and sombre in the subdued light of the central lamp.
"It's just as I imagined it," said Sir Henry.

"Is it not the very picture of an old family home?
To think that this should be the same hall in which for five hundred years my people have lived.
It strikes me solemn to think of it." I saw his dark face lit up with a boyish enthusiasm as he gazed about him.

The light beat upon him where he stood, but long shadows trailed down the walls and hung like a black canopy above him.

Barrymore had returned from taking our luggage to our rooms.
He stood in front of us now with the subdued manner of a well-trained servant.

He was a remarkable-looking man, tall, handsome, with a square black beard and pale, distinguished features.
"Would you wish dinner to be served at once, sir ?" "Is it ready ?" "In a very few minutes, sir.