I feel almost a convert to your nonsense myself.

We'll have a look at the House." They turned down the road which ran north by the park wall, past the inn, which looked more abandoned than ever, till they came to an entrance which was clearly the West Lodge.

It had once been a pretty, modish cottage, with a thatched roof and dormer windows, but now it was badly in need of repair.

A window-pane was broken and stuffed with a sack, the posts of the porch were giving inwards, and the thatch was crumbling under the attentions of a colony of starlings.

The great iron gates were rusty, and on the coat of arms above them the gilding was patchy and tarnished.