"It is so wonderful." "She likes it," said Ughtred, and then rather slunk a step behind his mother, as if he were ashamed of himself.
"The house is just beyond those trees," said Lady Anstruthers.
They came in full view of it three minutes later.

When she saw it, Betty uttered an exclamation and stopped again to enjoy effects.
"She likes that, too," said Ughtred, and, although he said it sheepishly, there was imperfectly concealed beneath the awkwardness a pleasure in the fact.
"Do you ?" asked Rosalie, with her small, painful smile.
Betty laughed.
"It is too picturesque, in its special way, to be quite credible," she said.
"I thought that when I first saw it," said Rosy.
"Don't you think so, now ?" "Well," was the rather uncertain reply, "as Nigel says, there's not much good in a place that is falling to pieces." "Why let it fall to pieces ?" Betty put it to her with impartial promptness.
"We haven't money enough to hold it together," resignedly.
As they climbed the low, broad, lichen-blotched steps, whose broken stone balustrades were almost hidden in clutching, untrimmed ivy, Betty felt them to be almost incredible, too.

The uneven stones of the terrace the steps mounted to were lichen-blotched and broken also.

Tufts of green growths had forced themselves between the flags, and added an untidy beauty.

The ivy tossed in branches over the red roof and walls of the house.