"Not a bit--no, no."
"We'll go right to our room as soon as we get there," said she, "and you
mustn't trouble to do a thing extra for us."
"It's going to be a great pleasure to have you under our roof," the
young man assured her, smiling.
Arrived at the great stone mansion which was the well-known residence of
Matthew Kendrick, as it had been of his family for several generations,
Richard stared up at it with a sense of strangeness. Except for the
halls and dining-room, his grandfather's quarters and his own, he could
not remember seeing it lighted as other homes were lighted, with rows of
gleaming windows here and there, denoting occupancy by many people. Now,
one whole wing, where lay the special suite of guest-rooms used at long
intervals for particularly distinguished persons, was brilliantly
shining out upon the December night.
The car drew up beneath a massive covered entrance-porch, and a great
door swung back. A heavy-eyed, elderly butler admitted the party, which
were ushered into an impressive but gloomy and inhospitable looking
reception-room. Matthew Kendrick glanced somewhat uncertainly at his
nephew, who promptly took things in charge.
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