There was new milk, thick with cream, and most of the dainties which had appeared at tea, supplemented by a noble dish of shimmering "potted-head." The hostess did not share their meal, being engaged in some duties in the little cubby-hole known as the back kitchen.
Heritage drank a glass of milk but would not touch food.
"I called this place Paradise four hours ago," he said.

"So it is, but I fancy it is next door to Hell.

There is something devilish going on inside that park wall, and I mean to get to the bottom of it." "Hoots! Nonsense!" Dickson replied with affected cheerfulness.
"To-morrow you and me will take the road for Auchenlochan.

We needn't trouble ourselves about an ugly old house and a wheen impident lodge-keepers." "To-morrow I'm going to get inside the place.

Don't come unless you like, but it's no use arguing with me.