We drove on in silence till we came to a dark pile of buildings standing a little way back from the road.

He moved his head towards it.
"They tell me Braster Grange is took after all," he remarked.

"Mr.
Hulshaw told me so this morning." I was very little interested, but was prepared to welcome any change in the conversation.
"Do you know who is coming there ?" I asked.
"An American lady, I believe, name of Lessing.

I don't know what strangers want coming to such a place, I'm sure." I glanced involuntarily over my shoulder.

Braster Grange was a long grim pile of buildings, which had been unoccupied for many years.
Between it and the sea was nothing but empty marshland.