It is a delightful country, broken into wide waves of hill and valley, with hedge-rows high and leafy enough to bear comparison with the Kentish hedges among which our motor had left us a day or two before; and the villages, the frequent, smiling, happily-placed villages, will also meet successfully the more serious chal lenge of their English rivals — meet it on other grounds and in other ways, with paved market places and clipped charmilles instead of gorse fringed commons, with soaring belfries instead of square church towers, with less of verdure, but more, perhaps, of outline — certainly of line.