Somehow it seemed something like it to me.

At any rate we sat still a minute or two, thinking it over.

Then Harriet got up and went into the kitchen and made some nice toasted cheese for our supper before we went to bed." Men of the James Simpson type were among the many who daily passed Coombe House on their way to and from their office work.

Some of them no doubt caught sight of Lord Coombe himself as he walked or drove through the entrance gates.

Their knowledge of him was founded upon rumoured stories, repeated rather privately among themselves.