You had to keep your mouth shut, or your teeth would be
stolen out of it. He didn't look into a paper without seeing that
on all sides of him men had abandoned the idea of squareness.
Chairmen, directors, members of Parliament, ambassadors,--all the
world, as he told himself,--were trying to get on by their wits. He
didn't see why he should be more square than anybody else. Why
hadn't Silverbridge taken him down to Scotland for the grouse?
CHAPTER 37
Grex
Far away from all known places, in the northern limit of the Craven
district, on the borders of Westmoreland but in Yorkshire, there
stands a large rambling most picturesque old house called Grex.
The people around call it the Castle, but it is not a castle. It
is an old brick building supposed to have been erected in the days
of James the First, having oriel windows, twisted chimneys, long
galleries, gable ends, a quadrangle of which the house surrounds
three sides, terraces, sundials, and fish-ponds. But it is sadly
out of repair as to be altogether unfit for the residence of a
gentleman and his family.
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