"ARE WORDS THE ONLY SIGNS OF LOVE ?" Lavinia easily found her way to Pope's villa.

The first man of whom she inquired knew the house well and guided her to it.
The house was somewhat squat and what we should now call double fronted.
The back looked on to a garden bordering the river, the front faced a road on the other side of which was a high wall with a wooded garden beyond.
"That be Mr.Pope's house, young madam, an' that be his garden too, t'other side o' that wall.

He be but a feeble shrivelled up whey-faced little gentleman, thin as a thread paper an' not much taller than you yourself.

I'm told as he baint forty, but lor, he might be ninety by his looks.

We folk in the village don't see much of him an' I doubt if he wants to see us." "Gracious! Why is that?
What makes him so unsociable ?" "He's always ailing, poor gentleman.