CHAPTER FOURThey rode in silence for about three miles across country until they came to a house surrounded by elm trees.
There was a drive, which Lindon turned down.
It was not very long and at the end of it Mena gave an exclamation of surprise.
“It is Elizabethan!” she exclaimed. “Like my own home.”
She spoke without thinking and then she wondered if Lindon, because he admired her father, had any idea that her home was famous because of its age.
He rode up to the front door, dismounted and lifted Mena to the ground.
As he was doing so, an elderly man appeared.
He touched his forelock and led the horses away in the direction of what Mena guessed were the stables.
There was a porch attached to the house and the same diamond-paned windows that she had at home.
It was, however, very
