"that this is the prettiest country in the whole world."
During most of the journey Katherine Earle sat back in her corner of the first-class compartment, and gazed silently out of the flying windows. She seemed too deeply impressed with the beauty of the scene to care for conversation even with the man she was to marry. At last they stopped at a pretty little rural station, with the name of the place done in flowers of vivid color that stood out against the brown of the earth around them and the green turf which formed the sloping bank.
"Now," said George, as they stood on the platform, "whither away? Which direction?"
"I want to see," said she, "a real, genuine, old English country home."
"A castle?"
"No, not a castle."
"Oh, I know what you want. Something like Haddon Hall, or that sort of thing. An old manor house. Well, wait a minute, and I'll talk to the station-master, and find out all there is about this part of the country."
And before she could stop him, he had gone to make his inquiry of that official. Shortly after, he came back with a list of places that were worth seeing, which he named.
