He eyed me with a grave attention, which relaxed little by little into sly approval.

I asked for Major Fitz-David.

The answer was not altogether encouraging: the man was not sure whether his master were at home or not.
I gave him my card.

My cards, being part of my wedding outfit, necessarily had the false name printed on them--_Mrs.Eustace Woodville_.

The servant showed me into a front room on the ground-floor, and disappeared with my card in his hand.
Looking about me, I noticed a door in the wall opposite the window, communicating with some inner room.