He was a short, very plump man, with pale cheeks under dark brows, and troubled looking gray hair.

He was very seriously explaining something to the man who sat with him and whom he addressed as Governor, a merry-looking person with a stubby gray mustache and little hair, who seemed not too attentive to the director.
"You see, Governor, it's this way: the party is lost on the desert--understand what I mean--and Kempton Ward and the girl stumble into this deserted tomb just at nightfall.

Now here's where the big kick comes--" Merton Gill ceased to listen for there now halted at his table, bearing a laden tray, none other than the Montague girl, she of the slangy talk and the regrettably free manner.

She put down her tray and seated herself before it.

She had not asked permission of the table's other occupant, indeed she had not even glanced at him, for cafeteria etiquette is not rigorous.