He nodded.
“Like it?” he asked.
“Like it!” I cried. “Oh!”
“Come along,” he said. “This is the ornamental. Useful along here.”
I followed him down a curving path, and at a turn he gave his head a jerk over his right shoulder.
“House!” he said.
I looked in the indicated direction, and could see the very handsome long, low, white house, with a broad green verandah in the front, and a great range of conservatories at one end, whose glass glistened in the evening light. The house stood on a kind of terrace, and lawn, and patches of flowers and shrubs sloped away from it down into quite a dell.
“Old gravel, pits,” said Mr Solomon, noticing the way I gazed about the place. “Come along.”
He walked up to a great thick yew hedge with an archway of deep green in it, and as soon as we were through he said shortly:
“Useful.”