CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.
I LOOK ROUND.
My ejaculation made Mr Solomon look completely changed, for, as I glanced back at him, I could see that there was a twinkle in his eyes and a little dent or two about the corners of his lips, but as he saw me looking wonderingly at him he became cold and stern of aspect again.
"Well," he said shortly, "will that do ?" "Do, sir!" I cried excitedly; "is this your garden ?" "Master's," he said, shortly.
"Your master's garden ?" "And your master's, too," he said.

"Well, will it do ?" "Do!" I cried; "it's lovely.

I never saw such a beautiful garden in my life.

What a lawn! what paths! what flowers!" "What a lot o' work, eh?
What a lot to do ?" "Yes," I said; "but what a place!" After that cold cheerless yard I seemed to have stepped into a perfect paradise of flowers and ornamental evergreens.

A lawn like green velvet led up to a vast, closely-clipped yew hedge, and down to a glistening pool, full of great broad lily leaves, and with the silver cups floating on the golden surface, for the water reflected the tints in the skies.
Here and there were grey-looking statues in nooks among the evergreens, and the great beauty of all to me was that there was no regularity about the place; it was all up and down, and fresh beauties struck the eye at every glance.