"He's coming himself, sir!" she said, "with Miss Putney." "Who is 'he' ?" I asked.
"It's the master, sir Mr.Putney, and his daughter.

Just stay here where you are, sir, and make yourself comfortable.

I'll go and speak to them." Left to myself, I knocked out my pipe and sat wondering what would happen next.

A thing happened which surprised me very much.

Upon a path which ran in front of the little piazza there appeared two persons--one, an elderly gentleman, with gray side-whiskers and a pale face, attired in clothes with such an appearance of newness that it might well have been supposed this was the first time he had worn them; the other, a young lady, rather small in stature, but extremely pleasant to look upon.