But the crowning grievance of all was the cottage piano which John had sent to Lady Mary.

The case had been specially made of hand-carven oak to match the room as nearly as might be.

It was open, and beside it was a heap of music, and on it another bowl of roses.
"Ay, you may well look horrified," said Miss Crewys to the canon, whose admiration and delight were very plainly depicted on his rubicund countenance.

"Where are our cloaks and umbrellas?
That's what I say to Isabella.

Where are our goloshes?
Where is anything, indeed, that one would expect to find in a gentleman's hall?
Not so much as a walking-stick.