The hedges are centuries old." She turned innocent eyes on Harry Luttrell.

"I don't know whether you are interested in old hedges." It is to be feared that "minx" was the only right word for Joan Whitworth on this afternoon.

Harry Luttrell expressed an intense enthusiasm for great box hedges.
"But they aren't box, they are yew," said Joan, stopping at once.
Harry Luttrell's enthusiasm for yew hedges, however, was even greater and more engrossing than his enthusiasm for box ones.

A pagoda perched upon a bank overlooked the maze and a narrow steep path led down into it between the hedges.

Joan left it to her soldier to find the way.