We went next to the wing on the right, which was built, by way of completing the wonderful architectural jumble at Blackwater Park, in the time of George the Second.
I was terribly afraid, from what I had heard of Blackwater Park, of fatiguing antique chairs, and dismal stained glass, and musty, frouzy hangings, and all the barbarous lumber which people born without a sense of comfort accumulate about them, in defiance of the consideration due to the convenience of their friends.
Catherick's visit to Blackwater Park, and that event might lead in its turn, to something more.
If that was the case, why should she be anxious to have her visit at Blackwater Park kept a secret from him?
I wish my first day at Blackwater Park had not been associated with death, though it is only the death of a stray animal.