We were in a garden in Mons.

The first German I saw climbed up over the garden wall.

He had so much equipment on and looked awfully surprised and fell down into the garden.

The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard⁠—it was a factual imitation of some Hôtel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool, and more than forty acres of lawn and garden.