THE FLORAL TELEGRAPH. 7 
this wall I had not before known the 
existence. I traversed some portion 
of its length, and I then found a mas¬ 
sive wooden door, crumbling to dust 
with neglect and age. 
I was about to explore this terra in¬ 
cognita, when Sir Aldobrand’s white- 
headed gardener accosted me, respect¬ 
fully holding his hat in his hand, who 
informed me that the enclosure had 
been the favoured Flower-Garden of 
his master’s grandfather; that it had 
been closed up for nearly a hundred 
years, mortal foot, for that space, 
never having invaded its solitude. 
Ladies, it is not my intention to write 
a Romance. I am dealing with facts. 
