1/84 In front, it looked over a lawn, over a few trees, down to a string of fish-ponds in the hollow of the silent park. At the back were trees, among which were to be found the stables, and the big kitchen garden, behind which was a wood. Silent and forsaken, the golden stucco showed between the trees, the house-front looked down the park, unchanged and unchanging. She had turned away from London, away from Oxford, towards the silence of the country. |