There had arrived a period when they had ceased to know each other.

All that the one man intrinsically was, the other man was not.

All that the one estate, its castle, its village, its tenantry, represented, was the antipodes of that which the other stood for.
The one possession held its place a silent, and perhaps, unconscious reproach to the other.

Among the guests, forming the large house party which London social news had already recorded in its columns, were great and honourable persons, and interesting ones, men and women who counted as factors in all good and dignified things accomplished.

Even in the present Mount Dunstan's childhood, people of their world had ceased to cross his father's threshold.