The door was open six inches or so, and a ribbon of brilliant light from within fell across the floor of the portico.
Harry looked at the light and smiled.

He was young and he loved gayety.
He smiled again when he heard within the sound of laughter.

Then he pushed the door farther open and entered.

Now the laughter rose to a shout, and it was accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

A man, thick of hair and beard, was running down a stairway.