The fields on either hand stretching as far as the eye could reach, green as velvet; the giant trees rustling softly in the faint, sweet breeze; the flowers bright all along the hedges, and over all the golden glory of the summer sunset.
The young man walked very leisurely along, swinging his light rattan.
Wild roses and sweetbrier sent up their evening incense to the radiant sky.

The young man lit a cigar, and sent up its incense too.
He left the village behind him presently, and turned off by the pleasant road leading to Danton Hall.

Ten minutes brought him to it, changed since he had seen it last.

The pines, the cedars, the tamaracks were all out in their summer-dress of living green; the flower-gardens were aflame with flowers, the orchard was white with blossoms, and the red light of the sunset was reflected with mimic glory in the still, broad fish-pond.

Climbing roses and honeysuckles trailed their fragrant branches round the grim stone pillars of the portico.