Beyond these gardens (called “de la Isla”), so princelily laid out, is a vast expanse of forest, thickly planted with trees of various foliage: labyrinthine avenues and tortuous alleys ending in, here and there, a clairière, where rustic tables and seats, and vine-spread canopies, indicate the scenes of royal pic-nics au frais.

In a diallel, a set of genotypes are crossed in all possible combinations.

Neat Marlow bathed in the Thespian springs Had in him those braue translunary things

As the downpour began, I joined the other shelterers under the tree.