But he heard only James go clattering down the passage and the stair.

Strickland, blowing out his candles, left his room to the prolonged June twilight and the climbing moon.
The stairway down, from landing to landing, lay in shadow, but as he approached the hall he caught the firelight.

The laird had a London guest who might find a chill in June nights so near the north.

The blazing wood showed forth the chief Glenfernie gathering-place, wide and deep, with a great chimneypiece and walls of black oak, and hung thereon some old pieces of armor and old weapons.

There was a table spread for supper, and a servant went about with a long candle-lighter, lighting candles.