Much of the expensive furniture had been sold before letting, but enough remained to satisfy the wants of a not very exacting tenant.
Lady Barnes had then departed to weep in exile on a pittance of about seven hundred a year.

But with the marriage of her son to Miss Floyd and her millions, the mother's thoughts had turned fondly back to Heston Park.

It was too big for her, of course; but the young people clearly must redeem it, and settle there.

And Daphne had been quite amenable.
The photographs charmed her.

The house, she said, was evidently in a pure style, and it would be a delight to make it habitable again.