The glass in the windows was shivered; the doors forced from their hinges; the stone-copings of the walls pushed off; the flower-beds trampled upon; the moat itself was in some places choked up with rubbish, while in others its surface was covered with floating pieces of timber.
Led by curiosity Catesby proceeded to the spot where the stables had stood.

Nothing but a heap of blackened ruins met his gaze.

Scarcely one stone was standing on another.

The appearance of the place was so desolate and disheartening, that he turned away instantly.

Leaving his horse in a shed, he entered the house.