He was alone, but wet as he was the place captured an ever active imagination.

He looked about him as he stood before the roaring fire.

To the right was an open library, to the left a drawing-room rarely used, the hall being by choice the favoured sitting-room.

The dining-room was built out from the back of the hall, whence up a broad stairway Leila had gone.

The walls were hung with Indian painted robes, Sioux and Arapahoe weapons, old colonial rifles, and among them portraits of three generations of Penhallows.