When they had gone through the rooms where the work was going on, they climbed a staircase like a ladder, and came to the loft where the wool was stored.

Hyacinth handled it as he was directed, and endeavoured to appreciate the difference between the good and the inferior qualities.

They passed by an unglazed window at the back of the mill, and Mr.Quinn pointed out his own house.

It stood among trees and shrubs, now for the most part bare, but giving promise of shady privacy in summertime.

Long windows opened out on to a lawn stretching down to the watercourse which fed the millwheel.