“You've never been to Central Russia,” says Milburd, superciliously. Professing to have travelled considerably himself, he doesn't like the idea of anyone having done the same.
“I wish,” exclaims Cazell, using a formula of his own, “I wish I had as many sovereigns as I've been in Central Russia.”
This appears conclusive, and, if it isn't, here we are at the House. Blackmeer Hall. Elizabethan, apparently.
AN OLD WOMAN RECEIVES US AT THE DOOR.
[CHAPTER III.]
WITHIN—THE HOUSEKEEPER—WINDOWS—INFORMATION—THE ORIEL—VIEW—FLOOR—MILBURD'S INQUIRY—TYPICAL DEVELOPMENT—MATERIAL—AN EXAMPLE—CRONE—POOR—MEDITATIONS—THE FRESCO—TAPESTRY—ARMOUR—MICE—RATS—THE GHOST.
n old woman curtseys, and ushers our party into the Hall itself, which is lofty and spacious, but in a mildewy condition.