On, on I went, until, before the sun had reached its highest point, I wheeled out of the main road, rolled up a gravel path, and dismounted in front of the Holly Sprig Inn.
I leaned my bicycle against a tree and went in-doors.

The place did not seem so quiet as when I first saw it.

I had noticed a lady sitting under a tree in front of the house.

There was a nurse-maid attending a child who was playing on the grass.

Entering the hall, I glanced into the large room which I had called the "office," and saw a man there writing at a table.
Presently a maid-servant came into the hall.