The words had
been spoken in a civil tone, that tempted me on.
"Thank you!" I said. "The riding-hall! — who rides in it?"
"We do," he said, and then smiled, — "the cadets."
It was a frank smile and a pleasant face and utterly the look
of a gentleman. So, though I saw that he was very much amused,
either at himself or me, I went on —
"And those other buildings ?"
"Those are the stables."
I wondered at the neat, beautiful order of the place. Then,
the omnibus slowly mounting the hill, the riding-hall and
stables were lost to sight. Another building, of more
pretension, appeared on our left hand, on the brow of the
ascent; our road turned the corner round this building, and
beneath a grove of young trees the gothic buttresses and
windows of grey stone peeped out. Carefully dressed green
turf, with gravelled walks leading front different directions
to the doors, looked as if this was a place of business.
Somebody pulled the string here and the omnibus stopped.
"This is the library," my neighbour in grey remarked — and
with that rising and lifting his cap, he jumped out.
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