We'll go over the place after dinner--or some other time.

To-night we are alone; the party doesn't come up till to-morrow.

I wanted to have you, Stafford--and your friend--to myself before the crowd arrived." They followed him up the broad stairs, which by low and easy steps led up to the exquisite corridor, harmonising perfectly with the eastern hall, on to which it looked through arches shaped and fitted in Oriental fashion.
"Here is your room.

Ah, Measom! here is Mr.Stafford, Got everything ready for him, I hope ?--and here, next door almost, is Mr.Howard's.
This is a snuggery in between--keep your books and guns and fishing-rods in it, don't you know.

Mr.Howard, you play, I think?
There's a piano, Hope you'll like the view.