Then he glanced round to the other end of the room, where was a glass office.

And then he came forward.

He did not say anything, but leaned in a gentle, inquiring fashion towards Mrs.
Morel.
"Can I see Mr.Jordan ?" she asked.
"I'll fetch him," answered the young man.
He went down to the glass office.

A red-faced, white-whiskered old man looked up.

He reminded Paul of a pomeranian dog.