You are weary and hungry, you and your friends.

Come up with me to the tapestried _salon_, and we shall see if my stewards can find anything for your refreshment.

You play piquet, if I remember right?
Ah, my skill is leaving me, and I should be glad to try a hand with you." The manor-house was high and strong, built of gray stone in a framework of wood.

The large iron-clamped door through which they entered was pierced for musketry fire, and led into a succession of cellars and store-houses in which the beets, carrots, potatoes, cabbages, cured meat, dried eels, and other winter supplies were placed.

A winding stone staircase led them through a huge kitchen, flagged and lofty, from which branched the rooms of the servants or retainers as the old nobleman preferred to call them.