He was not in the humour to discuss Mr.Carlyon's household arrangements.

The room into which Cedric had ushered him was a very pleasant one.

It was rather low, but a side window with a cushioned recess looked out on a small lawn, with beautifully-kept flower-beds and long borders filled with old-fashioned herbaceous flowers, where brown bees were humming in the sunshine.
"Mrs.Pratt evidently keeps a good gardener," he said, as he took note of the neatly-shaven and carefully--swept paths.
"David is the gardener," returned Cedric laughing.

"The garden is his hobby.

He is at work sometimes at six o'clock in the morning.