Which was not quite true.

'This' was assuredly hers, rather than her husband's.
"Oh!" said the woman, glancing behind her; and entered nervously, without invitation.
At the same moment three male figures sprang, or rushed, out of the strip of front garden, and followed the woman into the hall, lunging up against Alice, and breathing loudly.

One of the trio was a strong, heavy-faced heavy-handed, louring man of some thirty years (it seemed probable that he was the knocker), and the others were curates, with the proper physical attributes of curates; that is to say, they were of ascetic habit and clean-shaven and had ingenuous eyes.
The hall now appeared like the antechamber of a May-meeting, and as Alice had never seen it so peopled before, she vented a natural exclamation of surprise.
"Yes," said one of the curates, fiercely.

"You may say 'Lord,' but we were determined to get in, and in we have got.

John, shut the door.
Mother, don't put yourself about." John, being the heavy-faced and heavy-handed man, shut the door.
"Where is Mr.Henry Leek ?" demanded the other curate.
Now Priam, whose curiosity had been excusably excited by the unusual sounds in the hall, was peeping through a chink of the sitting-room door, and the elderly woman caught the glint of his eyes.