Whether I was right in my suppositions I could not tell then, but I knew that I should in all probability be permitted a better opportunity of judging later on.

We crossed the little bridge, and passed along the high road for upwards of a mile, until we found ourselves standing at the entrance to one of the prettiest little country residences it has even been my lot to find.

A drive, some thirty yards or so in length, led up to the house and was shaded by overhanging trees.

The house itself was of two stories and was covered by creepers.
The garden was scrupulously neat, and I fancied that I could detect its mistress's hand in it.

Shady walks led from it in various directions, and at the end of one of these I could discern a tall, restless figure, pacing up and down.
"There is my uncle," said the girl, referring to the figure I have just described.