It was now nearly ten, and breakfast had become a serious consideration with him.

He almost doubted whether it would not have been better for him to have gone to an hotel in the first instance.
He soon found himself in the hall amidst a cluster of servants, among whom he recognised the face of a man from Saulsby.

He had, however, little time allowed him for looking about.

He was hardly in the house before Lady Laura Kennedy was in his arms.

She had run forward, and before he could look into her face, she had put up her cheek to his lips and had taken both his hands.