He climbed the wide stairs, sat in the long, upper lounge where the papers were.

He wanted his hat and coat, and did not know where to find them.

The windows looked on to a terraced garden, the hill rising steeply behind the house.

He wanted to go out.
So he opened more doors, and in a long drawing-room came upon five or six manservants, all in the grey house-jackets, all clean-shaven, neat, with neat black hair, all with dusters or brushes or feather brooms, and all frolicking, chattering, playing like so many monkeys.

They were all of the same neat, smallish size.