He owed his good spirits to a noble nature, and not to animal well-being.

When they crossed from the picture-gallery to the dining-room, he went down the stair between, and into the oak-parlour adjoining the great hall.

There he threw himself into an easy chair which always stood for him in the great bay window, looking over the moat to the huge keep of the castle, and commanding through its western light the stone bridge which crossed it.

There he lay back at his ease, and, instructed by the message Tom had committed to the serjeant of the guard, waited the result.
As for his double, he went stalking on in front of his victims, never turning to show his face; he knew they would follow, were it but for the fear of being left alone.

Close behind him they kept, scarce daring to whisper from growing awe of the vast place.