The rooms were large, airy, pleasant, and looked upon the garden; but the walls were of great thickness (for the tower was old), and the windows were heavily barred.
The Prince, followed by the Chancellor, still trotting to keep up with him, brushed swiftly through the little library and the long saloon, and burst like a thunderbolt into the bedroom at the farther end.

Sir John was finishing his toilet; a man of fifty, hard, uncompromising, able, with the eye and teeth of physical courage.

He was unmoved by the irruption, and bowed with a sort of sneering ease.
'To what am I to attribute the honour of this visit ?' he asked.
'You have eaten my bread,' replied Otto, 'you have taken my hand, you have been received under my roof.

When did I fail you in courtesy?
What have you asked that was not granted as to an honoured guest?
And here, sir,' tapping fiercely on the manuscript, 'here is your return.' 'Your Highness has read my papers ?' said the Baronet.

'I am honoured indeed.