It was a long, ugly building, with innumerable windows.

The walls were whitewashed, and glared out painfully in the sunshine; the roof, window-frames, and doors painted a dull red; but the situation, similar to that of Mrs.Costello's Cottage, was lovely, and a group of fine trees standing just where the green bank began to slope down abruptly to the river, gave a delicious shade to that side of the building and to some seats placed under them.

Mr.Latour, in letting the house, had retained one room for his daughters, who were fond of the place, and they still kept possession of it.

Here they were to dine; for the rest of the day, out of doors was much pleasanter than in.
A boat and fishing-tackle were at hand, but it was too hot to fish; after wandering about a little, they all sat down under the trees.

Mrs.
Bellairs, Bella, and Lucia had some pretence of work in their hands; the three gentlemen lounged on the grass near them.