"My word, it isn't a very cheerful place," said Sir Henry.
"I suppose one can tone down to it, but I feel a bit out of the picture at present.
I don't wonder that my uncle got a little jumpy if he lived all alone in such a house as this.
However, if it suits you, we will retire early to-night, and perhaps things may seem more cheerful in the morning."
I drew aside my curtains before I went to bed and looked out from my window.
It opened upon the grassy space which lay in front of the hall door.
Beyond, two copses of trees moaned and swung in a rising wind.
A half moon broke through the rifts of racing clouds.
In its cold light I saw beyond the trees a broken fringe of rocks, and the long, low curve of the melancholy moor.
I closed the curtain, feeling that my last impression was in keeping with the rest.