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occasion of the first application. "Does it
overlook any other house?"
"There is another house across the road, madam!" the agent is
sometimes regretfully obliged to admit, "but it has been very cleverly
planted out."
So it has! by means of a fir or an elm planted within a few yards of the
windows, and blocking out something more important than another
villa, but the Norton resident desires privacy above all things. The sun
and the air have to creep in as best they may.
The more aristocratic the position of a family, the more secluded
becomes their position. Fences are raised by an arrangement of lattice-
work on the top of boards; shrubs are planted thickly inside the hedges;
even the railings of the gates are backed by discreetly concealing
boards. If there happens to be a rise in the road from which a passer- by
can catch a glimpse of white figures darting to and fro on the tennis
courts, the owner promptly throws up a bank, and plants on the top one
or two quickly growing limes. It is so disagreeable to be overlooked!
At the date at which this history opens, there were several large places
in the neighbourhood of Norton, foremost among them were the Manor
House, occupied by the young squire, Geoffrey Greville, and Madame,
his mother; Green Arbour, owned by Admiral Perry, who had married
the widow of the late High Sheriff; and The Meads, the ofttime
deserted seat of a rich London banker.
With these exceptions, quite the most aristocratic dwellings were

situated in what was known as "The Park," though perhaps "The
Crescent" would have been the more appropriate name, for the twelve
houses were built on one side of a curving road, looking out on a
charming stretch of land, dipping down to a miniature lake, and rising
again to a soft green knoll, surmounted by a bank of trees. The
carefully-mowed grass looked like softest velvet, and might be seen,
but not touched, being surrounded by tiny wire arches, and protected by
wooden boards, requesting visitors to keep to the paths, and not
trespass on the "verges." Impressive title! Visitors were likewise
requested not to touch the flowering shrubs; not to pick the flowers; not
to throw rubbish into the lake, or to inscribe their initials on the seats.
These rules being carefully observed, the twelve householders who
paid for the upkeep of these decorous gardens were free to enjoy such
relaxations as could be derived from gravel paths, and wooden benches.
The view from their windows the residents apparently did not wish to
enjoy, for they planted their trees and heightened their fences as
industriously as the owners of the fifty-pound villas in Hill Street. Mrs
Garnett, at Buona Vista, having a garden deficient in foliage, had even
erected a temporary trellis at the end of the lawn, and covered it with
creepers, rather than face the indignity of an open view. It gave her
such a "feeling of publicity" to see the neighbours pass to and fro!
It was only the residents themselves who enjoyed the proud privilege of
pacing the Park unmolested, for at either entrance stood small eaved
lodges in which were housed the two gardeners and their wives. To be
lodge-keeper to the Park was as great a guarantee of respectability in
Norton as to be vicar of the parish church itself. Only middle-aged,
married, teetotal, childless churchmen could apply for the posts, and
among their scant ranks the most searching inquiries were instituted
before an appointment was finally arranged. It is safe to affirm that no
working couples on earth were more clean, industrious, and alive to
their duty towards their betters, than the occupants of the North and
South Lodges of Norton Park!
All day long the two husbands mowed grass, clipped hedges, and swept
up gravel paths; all day long the wives scrubbed and dusted their

immaculate little houses, keeping a weather-eye on the door to see who
passed to and fro. Their duty it was to pounce out on any stranger who
dared attempt to force an entrance through the hallowed portals, and
send them back discomfited.
"You can't come this way, madam! This road is private!"
"Can't I just walk straight through on the path? It is so much nearer
than going all the way round!"
"The park is private, madam; there is no thoroughfare."
Occasionally some child of sin would endeavour to prevaricate.
"I wish to pay a call!"
"Which house did you wish to go to, madam?"
"Er--Buona Vista!"
"Buona Vistas is away from home. They won't be back till the end of
the month."
Foiled in her attempts the miscreant would have to retrace her steps, or
make her way round by the narrow lane by means of