There was perplexity and trouble, too, in the Ian complex, but for all that he rode with the color and sparkle of happiness in his face.

In his gray eyes light played to great depths.
Black Hill appeared before him, the dark pine and crag of the hill itself, and below that the house with its far-stretching, well-planted policy.

He passed the gates, rode under the green elm boughs of the avenue, and was presently before the porch of the house.

A man presented himself to take Black Alan.
"Aye, sir, there's company.

Mr.Touris and Mrs.Alison are with them in the gardens." Glenfernie went there, passing by a terrace walk around the house.
Going under the windows of the room that was yet Ian's when he came home.