Miss Dunstable at Home
Miss Dunstable did not look like a love-lorn maiden, as she stood in
a small ante-chamber at the top of her drawing-room stairs, receiving
her guests. Her house was one of those abnormal mansions, which are
to be seen here and there in London, built in compliance rather with
the rules of rural architecture, than with those which usually govern
the erection of city streets and town terraces. It stood back from
its brethren, and alone, so that its owner could walk round it. It
was approached by a short carriage-way; the chief door was in the
back of the building; and the front of the house looked on to one
of the parks. Miss Dunstable in procuring it had had her usual
luck. It had been built by an eccentric millionaire at an enormous
cost; and the eccentric
