The street up the hill was crowded, and numbers of yachts' sailors were ashore.

Stewards with the flat rush baskets, universally used by them, were going from shop to shop; groups of sailors were chatting over the events of the day; and carriages were standing before the fishmongers', poulterers', and fruit and flower shops, while the owners were laying in supplies for their guests.

People had driven in from all parts of the island to see the races, and light country carts with eggs, butter, fowls, and fruit were making their way down the steep hill.
George had learnt from a casual remark of Frank's where the house taken by Lord Haverley was situated, and going up the hill turned to the right and kept on until he came to a large house embowered in trees.

Breakfast was just over when a servant told Bertha that a gentleman who said his name was George Lechmere wished to speak to her.

She went out to him in the hall.
"Well, George," she said, holding out her hand to him frankly, for he was a great favourite of hers; "I suppose you have brought me up a message from Major Mallett ?" "No, Miss Greendale, the Major does not know that I have come to you.