For had not Arabella got them up for her only that morning, as she smoked her seventh cigarette in bed?
She inclined to French things, and she thought that this particular part--a mere rough bit of the park--could very well be laid out as a _Petit Trianon_.

She could procure copies of the plans of Mique, and even have a _Temple d'Amour_.
"I love to create," she said.

"The place would not have amused me if everything had been complete, and if you will help me I shall be so grateful." "Of course I will," he said.

"The _Temple d'Amour_ would look quite well up upon that rising ground, and you could have a small winding lake dug to complete the illusion.

Nothing is impossible, and I suppose you can get permission from the old Wendover who lives in Rome to do what you wish ?" "I should like to have been able to take the park of the next place, La Sarthe Chase, too--that impassable haw-haw and the boarded-up gate irritate me.