And such, of necessity, was the garden of Nethercoats.

Fine single forest trees there were none there, nor was it possible that there should have been any such.

Nor could there be a clear rippling stream with steep green banks, and broken rocks lying about its bed.

Such beauties are beauties of landscape, and do not of their nature belong to a garden.

But the shrubs of Nethercoats were of the rarest kind, and had been long enough in their present places to have reached the period of their beauty.