Carts and horses were in waiting, and the work of unloading the train began at once.

Our own party did not wait to see the work done, as it was in the hands of competent people.

We took the carriage which was in waiting, and through the darkness of the night sped on to Kyllion.
We were all impressed by the house as it appeared in the bright moonlight.

A great grey stone mansion of the Jacobean period; vast and spacious, standing high over the sea on the very verge of a high cliff.
When we had swept round the curve of the avenue cut through the rock, and come out on the high plateau on which the house stood, the crash and murmur of waves breaking against rock far below us came with an invigorating breath of moist sea air.

We understood then in an instant how well we were shut out from the world on that rocky shelf above the sea.
Within the house we found all ready.