The hall ran from the front to the back of the house and at the end a door opened into a wooden latticed porch.

Beyond was a picturesque garden and further still the river shining in the sun.

She heard men talking and apparently disputing.

The shrill tones of one voice dominated the rest.
The servant bade her wait in the hall while he went to Mr.Gay.He did not trouble to ask her name.
While he was gone Lavinia advanced to the open door, drawn thither by curiosity.

A garden grateful to the eye was before her.