It was tastefully furnished, but the foreign
note was perceptible everywhere.
"We have here some grand prospects," said the Colonel, and truly enough
the view from the great, high, wide window was a very fine one.
I perceived that the grounds of Cray's Folly were extensive and
carefully cultivated. I had a glimpse of a Tudor sunken garden, but the
best view of this was from the window of Harley's room, which because
it was the end room on the north front overlooked another part of the
grounds, and offered a prospect of the east lawns and distant park
land.
When presently Colonel Menendez and I accompanied my friend there I was
charmed by the picturesque scene below. Here was a real old herbal
garden, gay with flowers and intersected by tiled moss-grown paths.
There were bushes exhibiting fantastic examples of the topiary art, and
here, too, was a sun-dial. My first impression of this beautiful spot
was one of delight. Later I was to regard that enchanted demesne with
something akin to horror; but as we stood there watching a gardener
clipping the bushes I thought that although Cray's Folly might be
adjudged ugly, its grounds were delightful.
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