He swung this lightly.
"I am going on.

I should like to see the library." He was not overfond of unknown dangers in the night; but he possessed a keen ear and a sharp pair of eyes, being a good hunter.

A poacher, possibly.

At any rate, he determined to go forward and ring the bell.
Both the park and the house were old.

Some of those well-trimmed pines had scored easily a hundred and fifty years, and the oak, standing before the house and dividing the view into halves, was older still.
No iron deer or marble lion marred the lawn which he was now traversing; a sign of good taste.