There was mystery in this woman's eyes, mystery and something else.
"I don't seem to have come across anything down here which--er--particularly attracts Mrs .-- Mrs.Wenham Gardner," Mr.Dowling went on, taking up a little sheaf of papers from the desk.

"I thought, perhaps, that the Bryanston Square house might have suited, but it seems that it is too small, far too small.

Mrs.Gardner is used to entertaining, and has explained to me that she has a great many friends always coming and going from the other side of the water.

She requires, apparently, twelve bedrooms, besides servants' quarters." "Your list is scarcely up to date, sir," Tavernake reminded him.

"If the rent is of no particular object, there is Grantham House." Mr.Dowling's face was suddenly illuminated.
"Grantham House!" he exclaimed.