The house lies in a tract of open grass-land, dotted here and there by trees, and altogether of a park-like appearance.

True that the mild and useful sheep rather than the stately stag browses on that greensward, and few carriages roll along the winding gravel road that leads to the house.
I felt a rapturous thirst for agricultural knowledge as I listened to my Charlotte.

Was there a vacancy for hind or herdsman on Newhall farm, I wondered.

What is the office so humble I would not fill for her dear sake?
O, how I sighed for the days of Jacob, that first distinguished usurer, so that I might serve seven years and again seven years for my darling! I stayed by the white gate, abandoning all thought of my employer's behests, unconscious of time--unconscious of everything except that I was with Charlotte Halliday, and would not have resigned my position to be made Lord Chancellor of England.
Anon came uncle Joe, with a pleasant rubicund visage beaming under a felt hat, to tell Lotta that dinner was ready.

To him I was immediately presented.
"Mr.Mercer, my dear uncle Joseph--Mr.Hawkehurst, a friend of my stepfather's," said Charlotte.
Two or three minutes afterwards we were all three walking across the park-like sward to the hospitable farm-house; for the idea of my departing before dinner seemed utterly preposterous to this friendly farmer.
Considered apart from the glamour that for my eyes must needs shine over any dwelling inhabited by Charlotte Halliday, I will venture to say that Newhall farm-house is the dearest old place in the world.