“Mr. Satterthwaite looked thoughtfully at the owner of the house, who was sitting opposite him at the table. He was the complete opposite of him, it’s even strange that they became friends. The colonel loved the village and horses more than anything in the world. And if he came to London, it was for a week or two, and even then not of his own free will. Mr Satterthwaite was a city man to the core. He was well versed in the intricacies of French cuisine, women's dresses, and knew about all the city scandals. I loved to study in practice the intricacies of human nature, while never deviating from the rule once taken: to remain in the role of an outside observer...”