He looked me over a moment before he said, "Please invite me into your
garden and show me that view."
I was delighted. I opened the gate, and he strolled in and sauntered
with a long, slow stride--a long-legged stride--out on to the lawn and
right down to the hedge, and looked off.
"Beautiful," he said, as he took out his field-glass, and turned up the
map case which hung at his side. "What town is that?" he asked,
pointing to the foreground.