A horrible hospital smell of anaesthetics, disinfectants--I know not what--greeted us.
The maid Ellen who had admitted us, red-eyed and scared, flew down the corridor into the kitchen, whence immediately afterwards emerged a professional nurse, who, carrying something, flitted into Doria's room.
From the spare room came for a moment an elderly woman whom we did not know.

The study door was flung wide open--I noticed that the jamb was splintered.

From the drawing-room came sounds of awful moaning.

We entered and found Adrian's mother alone, helpless with grief.

Barbara sat by her and took her in her arms and spoke to her.