Then as they drove down the other side of the hill he contented himself by holding out his whip and muttering, "'Tis down there." She got up and stretched herself almost bodily out of the carriage door.
"Where is it?
Where is it ?" she cried with pale cheeks, but as yet she saw nothing.
At last she caught sight of a bit of wall.

And then followed a succession of little cries and jumps, the ecstatic behavior of a woman overcome by a new and vivid sensation.
"I see it! I see it, Zoe! Look out at the other side.

Oh, there's a terrace with brick ornaments on the roof! And there's a hothouse down there! But the place is immense.

Oh, how happy I am! Do look, Zoe! Now, do look!" The carriage had by this time pulled up before the park gates.

A side door was opened, and the gardener, a tall, dry fellow, made his appearance, cap in hand.