A small and unpretentious building, built in the Elizabethan style with quaint gables and high chimneys, its latticed windows and sunken gardens, its rosary and its tiny meadow, gave it a certain manorial completeness which was a source of great pride to its owner.
He passed under the thatched porch, and stood for a moment in the broad hallway as he stripped his drenching mackintosh.
The hall was in darkness.

Grace would probably be changing for dinner, and he decided that in his present mood he would not disturb her.

He passed through the long passage which led to the big study at the back of the house.

A fire burnt redly in the old-fashioned grate and the snug comfort of the room brought a sense of ease and relief.

He changed his shoes, and lit the table lamp.
The room was obviously a man's den.