My joy at having you here is shorn of its keenness by a long-established age that demands house-boots, an eider- down coat and--Murray, what the devil do you mean by letting the house get so cold as all this?
It's like a barn.

Are the furnaces out.

What am I paying that rascally O'Toole for?
Tell him to--" "It is quite comfortable, Mr.Thorpe," said Anne, with a slight shiver that was not to be charged to the defective O'Toole.
The long, wide hall was dark and grim.

Wade was dark and grim, and Murray too, despite his rotundity.

There were lank shadows at the bottom of the hall, grim projections of objects that stood for ornamentation: a suit of armour, a gloomy candlestick of prodigious stature, and a thin Italian cabinet surmounted by an urn whose unexposed contents might readily have suggested something more sinister than the dust of antiquity.