JENNY PRASK IS INTERESTED Rackham was a red Georgian mansion with great windows in flat rows, and lofty rooms made beautiful by the delicate tracery of the ceilings.

It has neither wings nor embellishments but stood squarely in its gardens, looking southwards to the Downs.

The dining-room was upon the east side, between that room and the hall was the library, of which the window faced the north.

Mrs.Croyle's bedroom, however, was in the south-west corner and from its windows one could see the smoke of the train as it climbed from Midhurst to the Cocking tunnel, and the gap where the road runs through to Singleton.
"You won't be going to bed yet, madam, I suppose," said Jenny.
She had not troubled to bring upstairs into the room the book which she had picked out at random from the stand that was lying on the hall table.
"No, Jenny.

I will ring for you when I want you," said Stella.
Stella was dispirited.