My worthy entertainers regard him as a Philistine, and bestow very little of their attention upon him.
He spends his time in taking long walks through the wilds.

He is out walking at present.

I am sorry he is not here." The conversation was suspended by the entrance of an elderly maid servant with a long and melancholy white face, thickly braided hair, strongly marked black eyebrows, wearing a black dress with white apron, and a white bow in her hair, who came to ask if Mr.Turold required any more tea.

On learning that he did not she withdrew as noiselessly as she had entered.
"I see you are looking at our parlour-maid," said Austin Turold, following the direction of his visitor's glance.
"She's a strange sort of parlour-maid," admitted the detective.

"She reminds me of--of--" "A study in black and white," suggested his host.