Do you know Brecknock?
Few people do, but they tell me it's very fine.

Perhaps you are one of the people who always go abroad?
I prefer my own country.
What did you think of the way from Hollingford ?" To this question she seemed to expect an answer, and Dyce, who was beginning to command himself, met her gaze steadily as he spoke.
"There's very little to see till you come to Shawe.

It's a pretty village--or rather, it was, before someone built that hideous paper-mill." Scarcely had he uttered the words when he became aware of a change in Lady Ogram's look.

The gleam of her eyes intensified; deeper wrinkles carved themselves on her forehead, and all at once two rows of perfect teeth shone between the pink edges of her shrivelled lips.
"Hideous paper-mill, eh ?" she exclaimed, on a half-laughing note of peculiar harshness, "I suppose you don't know that _I_ built it ?" A shock went through Dyce's blood.

He sat with his eyes fixed on Lady Ogram's, powerless to stir or to avert his gaze.