Imagine a young race-horse in the paddock among untrimmed ponies and patient hacks.
"Well, dear, what do you think of the place," said Mrs.Davilow at last, in a gentle, deprecatory tone.
"I think it is charming," said Gwendolen, quickly.

"A romantic place; anything delightful may happen in it; it would be a good background for anything.

No one need be ashamed of living here." "There is certainly nothing common about it." "Oh, it would do for fallen royalty or any sort of grand poverty.

We ought properly to have been living in splendor, and have come down to this.

It would have been as romantic as could be.