The figure of a woman was silhouetted against the yellow light of the hall.

She came out and helped the man to hand down our bags.
"You don't mind my driving straight home, Sir Henry ?" said Dr.Mortimer.
"My wife is expecting me." "Surely you will stay and have some dinner ?" "No, I must go.

I shall probably find some work awaiting me.

I would stay to show you over the house, but Barrymore will be a better guide than I.Good-bye, and never hesitate night or day to send for me if I can be of service." The wheels died away down the drive while Sir Henry and I turned into the hall, and the door clanged heavily behind us.

It was a fine apartment in which we found ourselves, large, lofty, and heavily raftered with huge baulks of age-blackened oak.