Though I foresaw that whatever John was about to do, it must necessarily be something that would run directly counter to Lord Luxmore--and he had only just signed the lease of Enderley Mills.

Still, if right to be done, he ought to do it at all risks, at all costs; and I knew his wife would say so.
We came to the foot of Kingswell Hill, and saw the little hamlet--with its grey old houses, its small, ancient church, guarded by enormous yew-trees, and clothed with ivy that indicated centuries of growth.
A carriage overtook us here; in it were two gentlemen, one of whom bowed in a friendly manner to John.

He returned it.
"This is well; I shall have one honest gentleman to deal with to-day." "Who is he ?" "Sir Ralph Oldtower, from whom I bought Longfield.

An excellent man--I like him--even his fine old Norman face, like one of his knightly ancestors on the tomb in Kingswell church.

There's something pleasant about his stiff courtesy and his staunch Toryism; for he fully believes in it, and acts up to his belief.