Its door opened upon a small stone stoop set in the grass of the front lawn.

The furniture of the room was plain, not to say severe.

Cool matting covered the painted floor, hemstitched curtains of linen scrim hung at the windows.

There was a businesslike desk, a couch, a reclining chair, a stool by the door; another chair, straight and uncompromising, behind the desk.

That was all.
Willits looked around him in a kind of dazed surprise.