A BIT OF ENGLAND 173 



The Bungalow, where the human beings were 

 stabled, was a much less elaborate affair in its way. 

 Built for a bachelor and his friends, it just held the 

 Frenchs, leaving a spare room over for Mr Dash- 

 wood. 



This is a vague sketch of the buildings and 

 premises called The Martens — heaven knows 

 why! — and situated hke a marten-box on the 

 eminence above Crowsnest, that highly respectable 

 residential neighbourhood, whose residents knew 

 nothing yet of the fact that the place had been 

 let — or rather borrowed — and nothing yet of the 

 nature of the borrower. 



