It's only on account of McAlister." "Who ?" asked Mr.Spillikins.
"My gardener.

He doesn't care to have us walk on the gravel paths.

It scuffs up the gravel so.

But sometimes one forgets." It should be said here, for the sake of clearness, that one of the chief glories of Castel Casteggio lay in its servants.

All of them, it goes without saying, had been brought from Great Britain.