Groot Schuurr was a rendezvous for people of all classes, denominations, and politics; they were all welcome, and they certainly all came.

From morn till eve they passed in and out, very often to proffer a request, or, again, simply to pay their respects and have the pleasure of a few minutes' chat.

After his morning ride, Mr.Rhodes, if nothing called him to town, usually walked about his beautiful house, the doors and windows of which stood open to admit the brilliant sunshine and to enable him to enjoy glimpses of his beloved Table Mountain, or the brilliant colours of the salvia and plumbago planted in beds above the stoep.

I often call to mind that tall figure, probably in the same costume in which he had ridden--white flannel trousers and tweed coat--his hair rather rough, from a habit he had of passing his hand through it when talking or thinking.

He would wander through the rooms, enjoying the pleasure of looking at his many beautiful pieces of furniture and curiosities of all sorts, nearly all of which had a history.