His people were not the people whose patronage was sought with anxious eagerness.

For some reason their town house was objectionable, and Mount Dunstan was without attractions.
Other big houses were, in some marked way, different.

The town house he objected to himself as being gloomy and ugly, and possessing only a bare and battered nursery, from whose windows one could not even obtain a satisfactory view of the Mews, where at least, there were horses and grooms who hissed cheerfully while they curried and brushed them.

He hated the town house and was, in fact, very glad that he was scarcely ever taken to it.

People, it seemed, did not care to come either to the town house or to Mount Dunstan.