Hubert walked across the hall, giving a glance here and there, and entered the library.

Nothing had been altered here since his father's, nay, since his grandfather's time.
That grandfather--his name Hubert--had combined strong intellectual tendencies with the extravagant tastes which gave his already tottering house the decisive push.

The large collection of superbly-bound books which this room contained were nearly all of his purchasing, for prior to his time the Eldons had not been wont to concern themselves with things of the mind.

Hubert, after walking to the window and looking out for a moment on the side lawn, pushed a small couch near to the fireplace, and threw himself down at full length, his hands beneath his head.

In a moment his position seemed to have become uneasy; he turned upon his side, uttering an exclamation as if of pain.