The house itself was small, but picturesque.

It was a grey stone building of two stories only, and from where he was seemed completely embowered in flowers and creepers.

In a way, he thought, he would be sorry to leave it.

It had been a pleasant summer-house for him, although of course it was no fit dwelling-house for a millionaire.

He must look out for something at once now--a country house and estate.