There's a tree on the other side of the wall as convenient as the letter-box.

I used to run down the half-mile of avenue at night." "There might have been thieves," exclaimed Feversham.
"There were thorns," said Ethne, and turning through the gates she drove up to the porch of the long, irregular grey house.

"Well, we have still a day before the dance." "I suppose the whole country-side is coming," said Feversham.
"It daren't do anything else," said Ethne, with a laugh.

"My father would send the police to fetch them if they stayed away, just as he fetched your friend Mr.Durrance here.

By the way, Mr.Durrance has sent me a present--a Guarnerius violin." The door opened, and a thin, lank old man, with a fierce peaked face like a bird of prey, came out upon the steps.