The factory-like outline of facade was partly hidden in Cherokee rose and jessamine.
A long roofed gallery connected the buildings and became a veranda to one.

A broad, well-rolled gravel drive led from the open gate to the newest building, which seemed to be the office; a smaller path diverged from it to the corner house, which, despite its severe simplicity, had a more residential appearance.

Unlike Reed's house, there were no lounging servants or field hands to be seen; they were evidently attending to their respective duties.

Dismounting, Courtland tied his horse to a post at the office door and took the smaller path to the corner house.
The door was open to the fragrant afternoon breeze wafted through the rose and jessamine.

So also was a side door opening from the hall into a long parlor or sitting-room that ran the whole width of the house.
Courtland entered it.