There's the country house in Berks, and the house in London; then there's the Paris house and the villa at Nice, and lastly the place in the mountains back of Naples;--Mr.Gwynn will have to put them in order.

The one near Naples--a kind of old castle, it is--has been in bad hands; there will be plenty of work in that quarter for Mr.Gwynn, I fancy.

You know, mother,"-- and Richard donned an air of filial confidence,--"since this is Dorothy's first look at them, I'm more than commonly anxious she should be given a happy----" Where the wretched Richard would have maundered to will never be known, for he was broken in upon by Mrs.Hanway-Harley.
"Richard, who is Mr.Gwynn ?" This with a severe if agitated gravity.
"Who is Mr.Gwynn ?" "Who is Mr.Gwynn ?" repeated Richard, blandly.

"Well, really, I suppose he might be called my major-domo; or perhaps butler would describe him." "You told me that Mr.Gwynn had had about him the best society of England." Mrs.Hanway-Harley's manner bordered upon the tragic, for it bore upon her that she had given a dinner of honor to Mr.Gwynn.
"Why, my dear mother, and so he has had.

I can't remember all their noble names, but one time and another Mr.Gwynn has been butler for the Duke of This and the Earl of That--really Mr.Gwynn's recommendations read like a leaf from 'Burke's Peerage.' I myself had him from the Baron Sudley." Mrs.Hanway-Harley was for the moment dumb.