Sometimes when he was down at his great house in Nottinghamshire, entertaining the fashionable young men of his own rank who were his chief companions, and astounding the county by the wanton luxury and gorgeous splendour of his mode of life, he would suddenly leave his guests and rush back to town to see that the door had not been tampered with and that the picture was still there.
Batzuetan behean, Nottinghamshireko etxe handi hartara jaitsita zegoela, bere lagun nagusiak eta bere giza maila bereko ziren adiskide gazte lerden haien entretenitzen ari zela, bere bizimoduaren neurri gabeko luxu eta diztira ezin handiagoz kondadu osoa zur-ta-lur utzi ohi zuen haietakoren baten erdian, ustekabean, eta une batetik bestera, bere gonbidatuak utzi eta premia larrian bueltatuko zen atzera hirira, inork ate hura behartu ez zuela, eta artean erretratua han zegoela ikusteko.