So we parted.
How I should have enjoyed the drive if William could only have looked, as I did, at the young firs on the heath bending beneath the steady breeze; at the shadows flying over the smooth fields; at the high white clouds moving on and on, in their grand airy procession over the gladsome blue sky! It was a hilly road, and I begged the lad who drove us not to press the horse; so we were nearly an hour, at our slow rate of going, before we drew up at the gate of Appletreewick.
24th February to 2d March .-- We have now been here long enough to know something of the place and the people.

First, as to the place: Where the farmhouse now is, there was once a famous priory.

The tower is still standing, and the great room where the monks ate and drank--used at present as a granary.

The house itself seems to have been tacked on to the ruins anyhow.

No two rooms in it are on the same level.