Doubtless we shall in the course of our sojourn at Allington visit the vicarage now and then, but I do not know that any further detailed account of its comforts will be necessary to us.
Passing by the lane leading to the vicarage, the church, and to the house, the high road descends rapidly to a little brook which runs through the village.

On the right as you descend you will have seen the "Red Lion," and will have seen no other house conspicuous in any way.

At the bottom, close to the brook, is the post-office, kept surely by the crossest old woman in all those parts.

Here the road passes through the water, the accommodation of a narrow wooden bridge having been afforded for those on foot.

But before passing the stream, you will see a cross street, running to the left, as had run that other lane leading to the house.