Rosemilly in the dark with his father and brother; then he cried: "Come in!" opening the double door to its full width.
The glass gallery, lighted by a chandelier and little coloured lamps hidden among palms, india-rubber plants, and flowers, was first seen like a scene on the stage.

There was a spasm of surprise.

Roland, dazzled by such luxury, muttered an oath, and felt inclined to clap his hands as if it were a pantomime scene.

They then went into the first drawing-room, a small room hung with dead gold and furnished to match.
The larger drawing-room--the lawyer's consulting-room, very simple, hung with light salmon-colour--was dignified in style.
Jean sat down in his arm-chair in front of his writing-table loaded with books, and in a solemn, rather stilted tone, he began: "Yes, madame, the letter of the law is explicit, and, assuming the consent I promised you, it affords me absolute certainty that the matter we discussed will come to a happy conclusion within three months." He looked at Mme.

Rosemilly, who began to smile and glanced at Mme.
Roland.Mme.Roland took her hand and pressed it.