There was no question that this house, a 1960s abode in Nashville's Forest Hills neighborhood, was alluring-a sturdy, stone-walled grand dame still holding her head up high. It was the sort of house that does not reveal itself up front but enchants slowly, room by room, rather than all at once. Previously, it had belonged to an older couple who'd spent years there lovingly layering it with upholstered surfaces, patterned wallpaper and trim.