There were sunlit upland patches and cool dells of shade carpeted with golden buttercups, where cattle fed lazily.

Once a herd of fallow deer browsing by the wayside scuttled away at the noisy approach of the brakes.

Only afterward did Paul learn their name and nature: to him then they were mythical beasts of fairyland.

Once also the long pile-of the Tudor house came into view, flashing-white in the sunshine.

The teacher in charge of the brake explained that it was the Marquis of Chudley's residence.