Murder at Mansfield Park

the idea of moving the road entirely, so one is no
longer troubled by the sight of villagers as one approaches the house. Miss Bertram will be able to see the church tower now, through the trees. Some reckon it tolerably handsome, but Smith tells
me the annoyance of the bells is terrible, and I myself can testify to the clergyman’s wife being a remarkably ill-looking woman. Ah,’ he said as the barouche rounded a bend, ‘we
are about to gain our first sight of the house. Here lies the prospect, Miss Julia,’ he said, turning back to her where she sat silent and pale at the back of the barouche, ‘and I am
sure you will agree that the approach now , is one of the finest things you ever saw: you will see the rear facade in the most surprising manner. People tell me it is the admiration of all
the country, but I assure you it was a mere nothing before—well—before your brother took it in hand, Miss Crawford,’ he concluded, with a momentary embarrassment, recollecting
that the architect of this marvellously improved prospect was not, after all, his friend Mr Smith, but the man riding silently alongside him. Henry proved, moreover, to be close at his elbow at
that moment, making so instantaneous a change of expression and tone necessary, as Mary, in spite of every thing, could hardly help laughing at.
    ‘Capital, my dear Crawford! I was just saying to the ladies, you have out-Repton’d Repton! We are all anticipating the view of the house with the keenest enthusiasm.’
    They turned in at the lodge and found themselves at the bottom of a low eminence overspread with trees. A little way farther the wood suddenly ceased, and the eye was instantly caught by the
house. It was a handsome brick building, backed by gently rising hills, and in front, a stream of some natural importance had been swelled into a series of small lakes, by Henry’s skill and
ingenuity. The barouche was stopped for a few minutes, and the three gentlemen rode up to join them. Mary’s heart swelled with pride and pleasure, to see her brother’s genius and taste
realised in the beauties of a landscape such as this. Even Mrs Norris was forced into admiration, though evidently against her will. ‘I wish my dear husband could have seen this,’ said
she. ‘It is quite like some thing we had planned at the White House.’
    Henry was excessively pleased. If Mrs Norris could feel as much as this, the inference of what the young ladies must feel was indeed gratifying. He glanced at Miss Price, to see if a word of
accordant praise could be extorted from her, but although she remained resolutely silent, his spirits were in as happy a state as professional pride could furnish when they drove up the last
stretch of road to the spacious stone steps before the principal entrance.
    The housekeeper met them at the door, and the particular object of the day was then considered. How would the ladies like—in what manner would they choose—to take a survey of the
grounds?
    ‘I wonder,’ said Mr Crawford, looking round him, ‘whether the party would be interested in an account of the improvements so far? Seeing the park as it is now, it is difficult
to imagine it as it was. Shall we summon a council on the lawn? And what does Miss Julia say?’ he continued more gently, turning to where she stood at the edge of the party. ‘How should
you like to proceed?’
    Julia did not at first appear to have heard, but when Mary touched her gently on the arm she roused herself, and acknowledged in a sad voice, ‘I suppose I am here to be persuaded, and I
cannot give my approbation without knowing how it has been altered.’
    ‘Very well,’ began Henry. ‘Since I came to Compton we have turned the whole house to front the south-west instead of the north—the entrance and principal rooms, are now
on that side, where the view, as you saw, is very fine. The approach was moved, as Mr Rushworth described, and this new garden made at what is now the back of the house, which gives it the best
aspect in the world.’
    ‘You speak of turning the house with as much ease as I might turn my horse!’ cried Tom. ‘Crawford, is there no limit to your exertions in pursuit of your object?’
    ‘Indeed not,’ replied Henry, with a look at Miss Price, who affected not to notice. ‘My role is to improve upon nature, to supply her deficiencies, and create the perfect
prospect that should have been from the imperfect one that is.’
    ‘A trifling