A little farther, and an opening in the elms stretching up from this fertile valley revealed a mansion.
'That's Endelstow House, Lord Luxellian's,' said the driver.
'Endelstow House, Lord Luxellian's,' repeated the other mechanically.
He then turned himself sideways, and keenly scrutinized the almost invisible house with an interest which the indistinct picture itself seemed far from adequate to create.

'Yes, that's Lord Luxellian's,' he said yet again after a while, as he still looked in the same direction.
'What, be we going there ?' 'No; Endelstow Vicarage, as I have told you.' 'I thought you m't have altered your mind, sir, as ye have stared that way at nothing so long.' 'Oh no; I am interested in the house, that's all.' 'Most people be, as the saying is.' 'Not in the sense that I am.' 'Oh!...Well, his family is no better than my own, 'a b'lieve.' 'How is that ?' 'Hedgers and ditchers by rights.

But once in ancient times one of 'em, when he was at work, changed clothes with King Charles the Second, and saved the king's life.

King Charles came up to him like a common man, and said off-hand, "Man in the smock-frock, my name is Charles the Second, and that's the truth on't.

Will you lend me your clothes ?" "I don't mind if I do," said Hedger Luxellian; and they changed there and then.