Others think otherwise, but I've got my rights!" With that they came to the open door of a room.

A voice spoke from within: "Ian!" Ian crossed the threshold.

"May we come in, Aunt Alison?
It's Alexander Jardine of Glenfernie." A tall, three-leaved screen pictured with pagodas, palms, and macaws stood between the door and the rest of the room.

"Come, of course!" said the voice behind this.
Passing the last pagoda edge, the two entered a white-paneled parlor where a lady in dove-gray muslin overlooked the unpacking of fine china.

She turned in the great chair where she sat.