He has been working late this evening.' Strolling on under the trees they met three masculine figures, laughing and talking loudly.
'Those are the three first-class London draughtsmen, Bowles, Knowles, and Cockton, whom he has engaged to assist him, regardless of expense,' continued Dare.
'O Lord!' groaned Havill.

'There's no chance for me.' The castle now arose before them, endowed by the rayless shade with a more massive majesty than either sunlight or moonlight could impart; and Havill sighed again as he thought of what he was losing by Somerset's rivalry.

'Well, what was the use of coming here ?' he asked.
'I thought it might suggest something--some way of seeing the design.
The servants would let us into his room, I dare say.' 'I don't care to ask.

Let us walk through the wards, and then homeward.' They sauntered on smoking, Dare leading the way through the gate-house into a corridor which was not inclosed, a lamp hanging at the further end.
'We are getting into the inhabited part, I think,' said Havill.
Dare, however, had gone on, and knowing the tortuous passages from his few days' experience in measuring them with Somerset, he came to the butler's pantry.

Dare knocked, and nobody answering he entered, took down a key which hung behind the door, and rejoined Havill.