I have known many.

None ever reached my standard but Frances, and she is my ideal come to life--the reality found, fair, sweet, and true, a blonde, queenly woman.

I should think that very few men meet and marry their ideal as I have met and married mine.

Ah, there is the avenue that leads to the old manor-house! Who could have thought that I should ever be master of a manor-house, John?
Neither that nor the handsome income belonging to it would be of any use without Frances.
It is Frances who makes the world to me." The avenue was a superb one.

It consisted of tall chestnut trees standing four deep.