You don't order me about half enough." "I'll try to do better.

You shall see." Nestley was a lovely place, and the house was old enough to be quite respectable--one of those houses with a history and a growth, which are getting rarer every day as the ugly temples of mammon usurp their places.

It was dusky, cool, and somber--a little shabby, indeed, which fell in harmoniously with its peculiar charm, and indeed added to it.

A lawn, not immaculate of the sweet fault of daisies, sank slowly to a babbling little tributary of the Lythe, and beyond were fern-covered slopes, and heather, and furze, and pine-woods.

The rector was a sensible Englishman, who objected to have things done after the taste of his gardener instead of his own.