The houses stood, for the most part, back from the street, with high walls and heavy gates.
"Here we are at last," his guide said, as he halted before a large and massive gateway, surmounted by a coat of arms with supporters carved in stone work.

He rang at the bell, which was opened by a porter in livery, who bowed profoundly upon seeing M.du Tillet.
Passing through the doorway, Harry found himself in a spacious hall, decorated with armour and arms.

As he crossed the threshold M.du Tillet took his hand and shook it heartily, saying, "Welcome!" Harry understood the action, though not the words, and nodded, saying: "I think I shall get on capitally if they are all as jolly as you are." Then they both laughed, and Harry looked round wondering what was coming next.
"The marquis and his family are all away at their chateau near Dijon," his companion said, waving his hand.

"We shall stay a day or two to rest ourselves after our journey, and then start to join them." He led Harry into a great salon magnificently furnished, pointed to the chairs and looking-glasses and other articles of furniture, all swathed up in coverings; and the lad understood at once that the family were away.

This was a relief to him; he was getting on capitally with M.du Tillet, but shrank from the prospect of meeting so many strange faces.
A meal was speedily served in a small and comfortably-furnished apartment; and Harry concluded that although he might not be able to decide on the nature of his food, it was really nice, and that there was no fear whatever of his falling away in flesh.