"Do you know who he is, Harry?" pursued Lady Chandos.
"I don't know who he is, but I have just seen himself," replied Mr. Chandos. "He came in at our gates, deeming Chandos public property. I had to warn him off by telling him it was private."
"What did he want?" asked Lady Chandos.
"Nothing, except to look about him. Had I known he was your new tenant, I might not have been in so great a hurry to eject him."
"Oh, but, Harry, it was as well to do it. Better to let him understand from the first that we cannot have strangers entering here at will. It would not suit me, you know; I like privacy."
"That is what I told him."
"I suppose you were civil?"
"Quite civil, both of us—on the surface, at any rate. I did not take to him at first sight; that is, to his looks; and I don't fancy he took to me. There was something peculiar in the tone of his voice, and he eyed me as though he wished to take my photograph."
"He did not know you, I daresay."
"He said he supposed he was speaking to Mr. Harry Chandos. Perhaps he thought it discourteous to be warned off in that manner. Not that he looks like one to go in for much courtesy himself: there was an air of independence about him almost bordering upon insolence. This young lady, I fancy, was not prepossessed in his favour."