It is enough.

Good morning." As he opened the door, he found the one-eyed serving-woman in the passage, ready to show him out.

Instinctively he looked at the single eye as he glanced at her face, and he was surprised to notice that it was of the same uncommon china blue colour as Giuditta's own.

The woman who did duty as a servant to admit visitors was undoubtedly Giuditta's mother or elder sister, or some very near relative.

It would be natural enough, amongst such people, as Bosio knew, but he wondered how many more of the same family lived in the rooms beyond the one in which he had received spirit-communications, and whether Giuditta Astarita supported them all by her extraordinary talents.
He descended the damp stone stairs and passed out into the street again, dazed and disturbed in mind.