Sir Timothy passed his arm through Francis'.
"The sentimental side of my domain;" he said, "the others may show you.
My rose garden across the stream has been very much admired.

I am now going to give you a glimpse of The Walled House, an edifice the possession of which has made me more or less famous." He led the way through a little shrubbery, across a further strip of garden and through a door in a high wall, which he opened with a key attached to his watch-chain.

They were in an open park now, studded with magnificent trees, in the further corner of which stood an imposing mansion, with a great domed roof in the centre, and broad stone terraces, one of which led down to the river.

The house itself was an amazingly blended mixture of old and new, with great wings supported by pillars thrown out on either side.

It seemed to have been built without regard to any definite period of architecture, and yet to have attained a certain coherency--a far-reaching structure, with long lines of outbuildings.