The outer woodwork and roof of the porch were covered by a woodbine, trimmed, however, so as to leave the openings clear.

A few rickety steps, at the sides and between the cracks of which sprouted tall blades of grass, led down to the path which terminated in the gate.

This path was distinguished by an incongruous pavement of white limestone slabs, which were always kept carefully clean.

The gate was a rattle-boned affair, hanging feebly between two grandfatherly old posts, which hypocritically tried to maintain an air of solidity, though perfectly aware that they were wellnigh rotted away at the base.

The action of this gate was assisted--or more correctly encumbered--by the contrivance of a sliding ball and chain, creating a most dismal clatter and flap as often as it was opened.