Slowly his eyes traveled over the landscape.
It was a very beautiful home which he was leaving.

Before him stretched the gardens--Italian in design, brilliant with flowers, with here and there a dark cedar-tree drooping low upon the lawn.

A yew hedge bordered the rose-garden, a fountain was playing in the middle of a lake.

A wooden fence encircled the grounds, and beyond was a smooth rolling park, with little belts of pine plantations and a few larger trees here and there.

In the far distance the red flag was waving on one of the putting greens.