A name which Paul could not decipher was painted on the top bar of the gate.

They trooped through and up some steps to the front door, which Mr.Finn opened with his latchkey.

The first impression that Paul had on entering a wide vestibule was a blaze of gilt frames containing masses of bright, fresh paint.

A parlour-maid appeared, and helped with hats and coats.
"We are having a very simple supper, Mr.Savelli.Will you join us ?" said Mr.Finn.
"With the greatest pleasure," said Paul.
The host threw open the dining-room door on the right.

Jane and Paul entered; were alone for a few moments, during which Paul heard Barney Bill say in a hoarse whisper: "Let me have my hunk of bread and beef in the kitchen, Silas.