And there are straight roads and straight dikes, with ugly names on all sides, and passages through the country called droves, also with ugly appellations of their own, which certainly are not worthy of the name of roads.

The Folking Causeway possesses a bridge across the Wash, and is said to be the remains of an old Roman Way which ran in a perfectly direct line from St.Neots to Ely.

When you have crossed the bridge going northward,--or north-westward,--there is a lodge at your right hand, and a private road running, as straight as a line can be drawn, through pollard poplars, up to Mr.Caldigate's house.

Round the house there are meadows, and a large old-fashioned kitchen garden, and a small dark flower-garden, with clipt hedges and straight walks, quite in the old fashion.

The house itself is dark, picturesque, well-built, low, and uncomfortable.