"All right. Go ahead," said George. "I believe you could wheedle anybody
into doing what he shouldn't do."

"Now, after saying that, I shall not allow you to listen. I shall step
down and talk with him a moment and you can drive on for a little
distance, and come back."

"Oh, that's all right," said George, "I know how it is. You don't want
to give away the secret of your power. Be careful, now, in stepping
down. This is not an American buggy," but before he had finished the
warning, Katherine had jumped lightly on the gravel, and stood waiting
for him to drive on. When he came back he found the iron gates open.

"I shall not get in again," she said. "You may leave the pony with this
man, George, he will take care of it. We can walk up the avenue to the
house."

After a short walk under the spreading old oaks they came in sight
of the house, which was of red brick and of the Elizabethan style of
architecture.

"I am rather disappointed with that," said George, "I always thought old
English homesteads were of stone."

"Well, this one at least is of brick, and I imagine you will find a
great many of them are of the same material."

They met with further opposition from the housekeeper who came to the
door which the servant had opened after the bell was rung.