Mr.  Roscoe rang the bell, and, in answer, a servant entered the
library, where he sat before a large and commodious desk. 

"Has the mail yet arrived?" he asked. 

"Yes, sir; John has just come back from the village." 

"Go at once and bring me the letters and papers, if there are any." 

John bowed and withdrew. 

Mr.  Roscoe walked to the window, and looked thoughtfully out upon a
smooth, luxuriant lawn and an avenue of magnificent trees, through
which carriages were driven to what was popularly known as Castle
Roscoe.  Everything, even to the luxuriously appointed room in which
he sat, indicated wealth and the ease which comes from affluence. 

Mr.  Roscoe looked around him with exultation.