I'm afraid," he added, as they turned in through some iron gates and entered the last sweep in front of the house, "you won't find many familiar faces to welcome you.
There's Loveybond, the gardener, whom you would scarcely remember, and Middleton, the head keeper, who has really been a godsend so far as the game is concerned.

No one at all indoors, except--Mrs.Unthank." The car drew up at that moment in front of the great porch.

There was nothing in the shape of a reception.

They had even to ring the bell before the door was opened by a manservant sent down a few days previously from town.

In the background, wearing a brown velveteen coat, with breeches and leggings of corduroy, stood an elderly man with white side whiskers and skin as brown as a piece of parchment, leaning heavily upon a long ash stick.