He was immediately behind them, laden with some things he had taken from the car.

His eyes, as he ascended, were fixed upon Nap, and a curious little thrill of sympathy ran through Dot as she realised that she was not the only person who hated him.
As they passed into the great entrance-hall Bertie came springing up behind them.

"I say, can't we have tea here before you go up to see Lady Carfax?
It's the cosiest place in the whole house." A huge fire burned on an open hearth, about which a deep lounge and several easy-chairs were arrayed.
"That will be O.K.," said Lucas.

"Fix me up on the settee, Nap." "You had better go and rest in your room," said Nap.

"Bertie and Miss Waring are accustomed to entertaining each other." Again Dot felt the sting--this time a tangible one--in his words.