VIII.
UNDER SEAL.
Surrounded by a thickly-wooded park, where the deer abound in ferny coombes and hollows, stood the home of the Trethowens.
The house, to which a long elm avenue formed the principal approach, was an imposing pile, and dated for the most part from the reign of Queen Anne. Standing out prominently, its gray walls were almost wholly ivy covered, and from its gray slate roofs rose stacks of tall chimneys backed by thick masses of foliage. Striking as was its exterior, within the arrangements were antiquated and behind the times ; for comfort had not been sacrificed to modern improvement, and vandalism had never been a distinctive quality of any of its masters.
In the great old entrance-hall, with its wide hearth and firedogs, were paintings by Fuseli and carvings by Gibbon, in which the motto of the Trethowens, Sit sine labe fines, was conspicuous, while the rooms, furnished with that elegant taste in vogue when the house was built, contained many unique specimens of Guercino, Chari, and Kneller.
Indeed, Coombe Hall was one of the finest mansions in North Cornwall.
During Douglas Trethowen's absence the place had been left with only a gardener and his wife as care-
