From this central point two long corridors extended the whole length of the building, from which all the bedrooms opened.
My own was in the same wing as Baskerville's and almost next door to it.
These rooms appeared to be much more modern than the central part of the house, and the bright paper and numerous candles did something to remove the sombre impression which our arrival had left upon my mind.
But the dining-room which opened out of the hall was a place of shadow and gloom.
It was a long chamber with a step separating the dais where the family sat from the lower portion reserved for their dependents.
At one end a minstrel's gallery overlooked it.
Black beams shot across above our heads, with a smoke-darkened ceiling beyond them.
With rows of flaring torches to light it up, and the colour and rude hilarity of an old-time banquet, it might have softened; but now, when two black-clothed gentlemen sat in the little circle of light thrown by a shaded lamp, one's voice became hushed and one's spirit subdued.
A dim line of ancestors, in every variety of dress, from the Elizabethan knight to the buck of the Regency, stared down upon us and daunted us by their silent company.
We talked little, and I for one was glad when the meal was over and we were able to retire into the modern billiard-room and smoke a cigarette.