It ended in a wicket-gate which led into a kitchen-garden.

Here he was well out of the way of interruption: there was nothing to attract visitors in the kitchen-garden.

He went on to a walnut-tree planted in the middle of the inclosure, with a wooden bench and a broad strip of turf running round it.

After first looking about him, he seated himself and lit his pipe.
"I wish it was done!" he said.
He sat, with his elbows on his knees, smoking and thinking.

Before long the restlessness that had got possession of him forced him to his feet again.