It seemed that he had only to stretch out his hand for whatever he wanted.
Still, he hadn't got everything now, Wentworth said to himself, as he strode impatiently back over the moor.

Possibly, as time went on, he might even come to realise that what he had was not worth very much.
He reached and entered the old grey house well ahead of any of the other sportsmen.

He was determined to find Violet somehow, and he made instant enquiry for her of one of the servants.
The reply served in some measure to soothe his chafing mood.

Her ladyship had gone up into the turret some little time back, and was believed to be on the roof.
Without delay he followed her.

The air blew chill down the stone staircase as he mounted it.