And the messenger of good fortune was none other than Mr. Frankland, who was standing, gray-whiskered and red-faced, outside the gate of his garden, which opened on to the high road along which I travelled.
Sen lähettiläänä oli itse herra Frankland, joka punakkoine kasvoineen ja valkosine poskipartoineen seisoi puutarhansa portilla sen maantien vieressä, jota minä ajoin.