Far in the distance I could see blue hills and all round the house there were trees, some of them very old, which must have stood there for centuries.
David came back smiling.
“It’s all right,” he said. “Come in. There’s a cold lunch waiting for us, but we have to help ourselves. I don’t suppose you mind that.”
“No, of course not,” I answered.
He suggested that I might want to wash my hands and told me to go upstairs.
“There is a door at the top of the landing,” he said, “and a bathroom next to it.”
The stairs were very old with bannisters of carved oak and newels of strangely fashioned animals at each turn.
The hall was panelled and on the walls there were portraits, obviously ancestors, of pretty women and distinguished looking men, most of them in uniform.
The bedroom was charmi
