The butler met Harold on his return, extending to him a gracious patronising welcome, as if he were doing the honours of his own house. "Misterarold," he cried, making one word of the name and title, "this is a pleasant surprise. You wus not expected, sir; not in the least." "My mother is at home?" "No, sir; out. In the kerridge. She drove Homersham way." "See after my things. Here are my keys."