Half a dozen maidservants, new importations, were visible in the background, and a second man was taking possession of the luggage.

Mr.Mangan took charge of the proceedings.
"Middleton," he said, resting his hand upon the old man's shoulder, "here's your master come back again.

Sir Everard was very pleased to hear that you were still here; and you, Loveybond." The old man grasped the hand which Dominey stretched out with both of his.
"I'm right glad you're back again, Squire," he said, looking at him with curious intentness, "and yet the words of welcome stick in my throat." "Sorry you feel like that about it, Middleton," Dominey said pleasantly.
"What is the trouble about my coming back ?" "That's no trouble, Squire," the old man replied.

"That's a joy--leastways to us.

It's what it may turn out to be for you which makes one hold back like." Dominey drew himself more than ever erect--a commanding figure in the little group.
"You will feel better about it when we have had a day or two with the pheasants, Middleton," he said reassuringly.