It was long since foot of lady had pressed these ancient paths, long since laugh or merry speech had been heard in them.

Nothing is lovelier than the result of the half-neglect which often falls upon portions of great grounds, when the owner's fancy has changed, and his care has turned to some newer and more favoured spot; when there is moss on the walks, but the weeds are few and fine; when the trees stand in their old honour, yet no branch is permitted to obstruct a path; when flowers have ceased to be sown or planted, but those that bloom are not disregarded; while yet it is only through some stately door that admission is gained, and no chance foot is free to stray in.

But here it was altogether different.

That stage of neglect was long past.

The place was ragged, dirty, overgrown.