A gravel path skirted one side of the house leading to a bridge, and thence to a doorway in a high wall, beyond which lay the road.

As they looked the door opened, and a woman with two little girls came through.

They crossed the bridge, and walked up to the house.
'That is my wife,' said Mr.Quinn, 'and my two little girls.' He stretched out between the bars of the window, and shouted to them.
All three looked back.

Mrs.Quinn waved her hand, and the two children shouted in reply.

Then a light appeared in one of the windows, and Hyacinth caught a glimpse of a trim maid-servant pulling the curtains across it.
'We shall be having tea at half-past six,' said Mr.Quinn.