The driver opened his eyes somewhat disappointed. Peggy was not known at the country town, though Mr. Scarsdale's extraordinary life had been heard of there; and the vigorous servant-woman, who began to scold forthwith between the exclamations of her joyful recognition, reduced the mysterious house to matter-of-fact. The man drove off, not knowing what to make of it; and fearing to hear of some new misfortune, with his honest heart beating with grief, sympathy, and anxiety to mend the position of his friends, Colonel Sutherland, after twenty years' absence, entered at his brother-in-law's inhospitable door. CHAPTER V. The kitchen of Marchmain was built out from the house, and was a long and somewhat narrow apartment, quite unlike the rest of the building. People said it had been a cottage standing on the spot before this house was built, and arbitrarily connected with it--and the unceiled roof and large old-fashioned chimney favoured the notion. The mud or brick floor had been, however, replaced by a deal one; and the roof was now covered, instead of thatch, with the less picturesque but safer slates, which gave so cold an aspect to the house. Within, two large articles of furniture filled up half the space, though furniture these fixed encumbrances could scarcely be called. One was a prodigious press, in which Peggy kept her household linen--the other, a great square box with a sloping lid, which contained the immediate supply of coals, brought from the coal cellar outside. Beneath the window--which was large but high, so that Peggy, though she was tall, could do no more than look out, and Susan could only reach up to it on tiptoe--stood a large deal table, clean to the utmost extent of cleanliness, where Peggy did her ironing--(Peggy was punctilious in her concerns, and kept everything in its proper place)--another table in quite another quarter was appropriated to the cooking--and a third, a small round one, stood aside in a corner to be lifted in front of the fireplace at nights when Peggy's work was over, beside the big old heavy elbow-chair, where Peggy took an evening nap and sipped a fourth cup of tea.