She had not time to see much, for the crowd would not let her stop, and as the way widened, many ran before her, up to the gate, where they stopped short, for there were half a dozen men there in dark green coats, and silver buttons, foresters of the estate, who kept them back.
Veronica would have turned once more, to nod to the people and smile at the poor women who pressed close upon her, but the crowd was so great that as the foresters made way for her, she found herself driven almost violently into her own gate, and in the rush, Elettra nearly fell to her knees as they got in.

The gate clanged behind her, and she heard the great bolts sliding into their sockets, as it was made fast.

Her men had known well enough what to expect from the curiosity of the people.

They opened a little postern and let in the few who carried her things, and who had been shut out with the crowd.
She drew a long breath and looked upward, before her.

It was very unlike what she had expected.