We have not used the extravagant lace curtains that seem to go with brocades and carvings, because we are modern enough not to believe in lace curtains.  And we find that the thin white muslin ones give our brocades and tapestries a chance to assert their decorative importance.  Somehow, lace curtains give a room such a dressed-up-for-company air that they quite spoil the effect of beautiful fabrics.  We have a few fine old Savonnerie carpets that are very much at home in this house, and so many interesting Eighteenth Century prints we hardly know how to use them.

Our bedrooms are very simple, with their white panelings and chintz hangings.  We have furnished them with graceful and feminine things, delicately carved mirror frames and inlaid tables, painted beds, and chests of drawers of rosewood or satinwood.  We feel that the ghosts of the fair ladies who live in the Park would adore the bedrooms and rejoice in the strange magic of electric lights.  If the ghosts should be confronted with the electric lights their surprise would not be greater than was the consternation of our builders when we demanded five bathrooms.  They were astounded, and assured us it was not necessary, it was not possible.  Indeed, it seemed that it was hardly legal to give one small French house five American bathrooms.  We fought the matter out, and got them, however.

We determined to make the house seem a part of the garden, and so we built a broad terrace across the rear of the villa.  You step directly from the long windows of the salon and dining-room upon the terrace, and before you is spread out our little garden, and back of that, through an opening in the trees, a view of the Chateau, our never-failing source of inspiration.

The terrace is built of tiles on a cement foundation.  Vines are trained over square column-like frames of wire, erected at regular intervals.  Between the edge of the terrace and the smooth green lawn there is a mass of blue flowers.  We have a number of willow chairs and old stone tables here, and you can appreciate the joy of having breakfast and tea on the terrace with the birds singing in the boughs of the trees.

I have written at length in the other chapters of my ideas of house-furnishing, and in this one I want to give you my ideas of garden guilding.  True, we had the old garden plan to work from, and trees two hundred years old, and old vine-covered walls.  Who couldn’t accomplish a perfect garden with such essentials, people said!  Well, it wasn’t so easy as it seems.  You can select furnishings for a room with fair success, because you can see and feel textures, and colors, and the lines of the furniture and curtains.  But gardens are different—­you cannot make grass and flowers grow just so on short notice!  You plant and dig and plant again, before things grow as you have visualized them.