Gratitude, you see, Mr.Ledsam, sheer gratitude.

If you were to provide a dozen alms-houses for your poor dependants, I wonder how many of them would be anxious to mow your lawn....

Come, let me show you your room now." They passed back through the postern-gate into the gardens of The Sanctuary.

Sir Timothy led the way towards the house.
"I am glad that you decided to spend the night, Mr.Ledsam," he said.
"The river sounds a terribly hackneyed place to the Londoner, but it has beauties which only those who live with it can discover.

Mind your head.
My ceilings are low." Francis followed his host along many passages, up and down stairs, until he reached a little suite of rooms at the extreme end of the building.
The man-servant who had unpacked his bag stood waiting.