"The house has been let till now.

We came down to see what could be made of it." His tone was only just civil.

His mother, looking on, said to herself that he was angry--and with good reason.
But Mrs.Fairmile still smiled.
"Ah! the Lelys!" she cried, raising her hand slightly toward the row of portraits on the wall.

"The dear impossible things! Are you still discussing them--as we used to do ?" Daphne started.

"You know this house, then ?" The smile broadened into a laugh of amusement, as Mrs.Fairmile turned to Roger's mother.
"Don't I, dear Lady Barnes--don't I know this house ?" Lady Barnes seemed to straighten in her chair.