The vast shrouded mansions created for the industrial elite of Huddersfield seemed to my sister and I to be palaces of dream, dwelling places of the Pre-Raphaelite maidens and men who figured so largely in school-books or gazed from their gilded frames on so many walls.

Autumn's blown leaves revealing towers beyond lamp-lit drives, we were disappointed to see, peering from a lighted oriole window, only the equine visage of the District Commissioner of the local Girl Guides.