I said there were no trees, but there is an avenue." "Come, that's something." "It was an old family seat, and they used to have avenues in those days; but it doesn't lead up to the present hall door.

It comes sideways up to the farm-yard; so that the whole thing must have been different once, and there must have been a great court-yard.
In Elizabeth's time Plaistow Manor was rather a swell place, and belonged to some Roman Catholics who came to grief, and then the Howards got it.

There's a whole history about it, only I don't much care about those things." "And is it yours now ?" "It's between me and my uncle, and I pay him rent for his part.

He's a clergyman you know, and he has a living in Lincolnshire,--not far off." "And do you live alone in that big house ?" "There's my sister.

You've heard of Mary;--haven't you ?" Then Clara remembered that there was a Miss Belton,--a poor sickly creature, with a twisted spine and a hump back, as to whose welfare she ought to have made inquiries.
"Oh, yes; of course," said Clara.