And Audrey, who in her workaday world was always blamed, could not know that the praise that was so sweet was less wholesome than the blame.
Leaving the library they went into the hall, and from the hall looked into great, echoing, half-furnished rooms.

All about lay packing-cases, many of them open, with rich stuffs streaming from them.

Ornaments were huddled on tables, mirrors and pictures leaned their faces to the walls; everywhere was disorder.
"The negroes are careless, and to-day I held their hands," said Haward.

"I must get some proper person to see to this gear." Up stairs and down they went through the house, that seemed very large and very still, and finally they came out of the great front door, and down the stone steps on to the terrace.

Below them, sparkling in the sunshine, lay the river, the opposite shore all in a haze of light.