We walk through the gates, and to the right, far in amongst the trees,
are long lines of tables covered with white, and bearing the remains of
a huge feast, at which, we take it for granted, the people we have met
have been regaled. Scattered here and there amongst the oaks, elms, and
ashes are more peasants and school children amusing themselves
variously.
We pursue our way up the drive until we come to the memorable oak,
under which words were spoken greatly influencing the fates of two of
the individuals in whom I have been endeavouring to interest my readers.
From this venerable tree to another, almost as venerable, hangs another
wreath, flanked with banners. We reach the house, and another garland
entirely surrounds the door. White roses and lillies of the valley make
the air heavy with their breath, drawn out by the attractive rays of the
beaming afternoon sun.
We enter the hall, and peep into the different rooms. In the dining-room
is the remains of an ample repast. At the head of the table is an
enormous cake, covered with silver doves and ornaments of all kinds;
servants are drinking the remains of champagne out of glasses and
bottles with healths innumerable. In the library and hall, children in
white frocks, with silver bows fastened to them, pattering to and fro in
unchecked excitement.
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