A gas lamp, exactly opposite, threw a flood of light upon the huge white lettering.
Joan stopped.

"Why, it's the house you are always talking about," she said.

"Are you thinking of taking it ?" "I did go over it," he answered.

"But it would be rather absurd for just Mary and me." She looked up Phillips at the House, and gave him Greyson's message.

He had just returned from Folkestone, and was worried.
"She was so much better last week," he explained.