In his poorest days he had never known discomfort such as this, and yet Mr.Kennedy was one of the richest commoners of Great Britain.
But he dressed, and made his way down stairs, not knowing where he should find his host or his host's mother.

He recognised the different doors and knew the rooms within them, but they seemed inhospitably closed against him, and he went and stood in the cold hall.

But the man was watching for him, and led him into a small parlour.

Then it was explained to him that Mr.Kennedy's state of health did not admit of late dinners.

He was to dine alone, and Mr.
Kennedy would receive him after dinner.