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The forest had ended abruptly. They had come upon a large low adobe house on a plateau, looking down over a shelving table-land upon the ocean, a mile below.
"It's about eighty years old," said Rollins, "which is antique in this country. It belonged to one of the grandees of the old time, and Miss Belmont bought it shortly after her father's death. She has several houses, but this is her favorite. It has about thirty rooms, and there have been some jolly good times up here, I can tell you. Those are the original tiles and the original walls, but everything else has been pretty well modernized, except that old orchard you see on the other side and the vineyard and rose-garden."