There is nothing British in it--nothing at all.

It stands on brick pillars, is reached by a stair of marble slabs, and has a great piazza on the front.

You enter a fine, big hall, dark- you will understand that, though it is not so hot in Virginia, for the darkness makes for coolness.

From the hall the bedrooms open all round.

We are not so barbaric here as you might think, for my dining-room, which lies beyond the hall, with jalousies or movable blinds, exposed to all the winds, is comfortable, even ornate.
There you shall see waxlights on the table, and finger-glasses with green leaves, and fine linen and napkins, and plenty of silver--even silver wine-coolers, and beakers of fame and beauty, and flowers, flowers everywhere, and fruit of exquisite charm.