With the course of years, each had lost many a harsher characteristic, whilst the inner man matured.

That their former relations were gradually being reversed, neither perhaps had consciously noted; but even in the jests which passed between them on Harvey's arrival this evening, it appeared plainly enough that Hugh Carnaby no longer felt the slightest inclination to regard his friend as an inferior.
The room, called library, contained one small case of books, which dealt with travel and sport.

Furniture of the ordinary kind, still new, told of easy circumstances and domestic comfort.

Round about the walls hung a few paintings and photographs, intermingled with the stuffed heads of animals slain in the chase, notably that of a great ibex with magnificent horns.
'Come, now, tell me all about it,' said Rolfe, as he mixed himself a glass of whisky and water.

'I don't see that anything has gone from this room.' 'Don't you ?' cried his host, with a scornful laugh.