'Runnymede' (so the Mumfords' house was named) stood on its own little plot of ground in one of the tree-shadowed roads which persuade the inhabitants of Sutton that they live in the country.

It was of red brick, and double-fronted, with a porch of wood and stucco; bay windows on one side of the entrance, and flat on the other, made a contrast pleasing to the suburban eye.

The little front garden had a close fence of unpainted lath, a characteristic of the neighbourhood.

At the back of the house lay a long, narrow lawn, bordered with flower-beds, and shaded at the far end by a fine horse-chestnut.
Emmeline talked much of the delightful proximity of the Downs; one would have imagined her taking long walks over the breezy uplands to Banstead or Epsom, or yet further afield The fact was, she saw no more of the country than if she had lived at Brixton.

Her windows looked only upon the surrounding houses and their garden foliage.
Occasionally she walked along the asphalte pavement of the Brighton Road--a nursemaids' promenade--as far as the stone which marks twelve miles from Westminster Bridge.