And yet he said, slowly and quite calmly--far more calmly than he had ever spoken to him before: 'Why have you called to me ?' 'To remark,' said Sir John Chester with his wonted composure, 'what an odd chance it is, that we should meet here!' 'It IS a strange chance.' 'Strange?
The most remarkable and singular thing in the world.

I never ride in the evening; I have not done so for years.

The whim seized me, quite unaccountably, in the middle of last night .-- How very picturesque this is!'-- He pointed, as he spoke, to the dismantled house, and raised his glass to his eye.
'You praise your own work very freely.' Sir John let fall his glass; inclined his face towards him with an air of the most courteous inquiry; and slightly shook his head as though he were remarking to himself, 'I fear this animal is going mad!' 'I say you praise your own work very freely,' repeated Mr Haredale.
'Work!' echoed Sir John, looking smilingly round.

'Mine!--I beg your pardon, I really beg your pardon--' 'Why, you see,' said Mr Haredale, 'those walls.

You see those tottering gables.