There is a masculine curiosity as well as a feminine, and one is about as persistent as the other.
Meantime Horace was walking down the road towards the Ayres house.

It was a pretty, much-ornamented white cottage, with a carefully kept lawn and shade trees.

At one side was an old-fashioned garden with an arbor.

In this arbor, as Horace drew near, he saw the sweep of feminine draperies.

It seemed to him that the arbor was full of women.