At every moment they drew nearer to the strangely-shaped hill with its crown of trees.
"The house is on the other side," Gerald pointed out.

"We can go through the lodge gates at the back here.

The ascent isn't so steep." They turned sharply to the right, along another stretch of straight road set with white posts, ending before a red brick lodge and a closed gate.

They blew the horn and a gardener came out.

He gazed at them in amazement.
"It's all right," Gerald cried.