Irene and Delia, however, were determined to have just one peep at the view from the top of the wall, so both made a dash up the wooden staircase.

From here there was a glorious prospect of the entire city with its arches and columns and broken temples, its cypress trees, and its somber background of smoking mountain.

They could see exactly the way they had come from the entrance, and could tell which was the Street of Fortune and which the Street of Abundance.

It was so fascinating that they lingered rather longer than they intended.
"They'll be waiting for us," ventured Irene at last.
"Oh, bother! So they will," exclaimed Delia, rushing down prepared for a scolding.
But the others had not waited.

They had all simply walked on, and the custodian had locked the gate behind them.