They don't fasten, and they stand open, as a rule, with a curtain hanging in the doorspace to keep out the glare of the sun.

Still, there is plenty of privacy, for no white person will come in without notice, of course.

The native men servants will, but they don't seem to count.

They glide in, barefoot and noiseless, and are in the midst before one knows it.

At first this is a shock, and sometimes it is an embarrassment; but one has to get used to it, and does.
There was one tree in the compound, and a monkey lived in it.