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2 unusually large cup, of a different pattern from the rest of the set, and painted in brilliant colours. He disposed of its contents with much circumspection, holding it for a long time close to his chin', with his face turned to the house. His companions had either finished their tea or were indifferent to their privilege ; they smoked cigarettes as they continued to stroll. One of them, from time to time, as he passed, looked with a certain attention at tl:3 elder man, who, unconscious of observation, rested his eyes upon the rich red front of his dwelling. The house that rose beyond the lawn was a structure to repay such consideration, and was the most characteristic object in the peculiarly English picture I have attempted to sketch. It stood upon a low hill, above the river the river being the Thames, at some forty miles from London. A long gabled front of red brick, with the complexion of which time and the weather had played all sorts of picturesque tricks, only, however, to improve and refine it, presented itself to the lawn, with its patches of ivy, its clustered chimneys, its windows smothered in. creepers. The house had a name and a history ; the old gentle- man taking his tea would have been delighted to tell you these things : how it had been built under Edward the Sixth, had offered a night's hospitality to the great Elizabeth (whose august person had extended itself upon a huge, magnificent, and terribly angular bed which still formed the principal honour of the sleeping apartments), had been a good deal bruised and defaced in Cromwell's wars, and then, under the Eestoration, repaired and much enlarged ; and how, finally, after having been remodelled and disfigured in the eighteenth century, it had passed into the careful keeping of a shrewd American banker, who had bought it originally because (owing to circumstances too complicated to set forth) it was offered at a great bargain ; bought it with much grumbling at its ugliness, its antiquity, its incommodity, and who now, at the end of twenty years, had become conscious of a real aesthetic passion for it, so that he knew all its points, and would tell you just where to stand to see them in, combination, and just the hour when the shadows of its various protuberances which fell so softly upon the warm, weary brickwork were of the right measure. Besides this, as I have said, he could have counted off most of the successive owners and occupants, several of whom were known to general fame : doing so, however, with an undemonstrative conviction that the latest phase of its destiny was not the least honourable. The' front of the house, overlooking that portion of the lawn with which we are con- cerned, was not the entrance-front; this was in quite another