Across the fields to the left she saw an unfinished mansion, large and stately, rising amidst a forest of pines.

This was girdled by a high brick wall which looked older than the suburb itself.

Remembering that she had seen this house behind the cottage of Miss Loach, the girl used it as a landmark, and turning down a side street managed to find the top of a crooked lane at the bottom of which Rose Cottage was situated.
This lane showed by its very crookedness that it belonged to the ancient civilization of the district.

Here were no paths, no lamps, no aggressively new fences and raw brick houses.

Susan, stepping down the slight incline, passed into quite an old world, smacking of the Georgian times, leisurely and quaint.