In other days Larry had had experience with this type and before Miss Grierson could bar him out or ask a question, Larry was in the room and the door closed behind him--and he had entered with the easiest, most natural, most polite manner imaginable.
"You were expecting me ?" inquired Larry with his disarming and wholly engaging smile.
Neither Miss Grierson's mind nor body was geared for rapid action.

She was taken aback, and yet not offended.

So being at a loss, she resorted to the chief item in her stock in trade, her ever dependable dignity.
"I cannot say that I was.

In fact, sir, I do not know who you are." "Miss Cameron knows--and she is expecting me," Larry returned pleasantly.

His quick eyes had noted that this was a sitting-room: an ornate, patterned affair which the great hotels seem to order in hundred lots.