As it subsided, I entered.

There were two men in the room, besides Miss Montague and her mother, and a second young lady.
"Excuse this late call," I said, quietly, bowing.

"But I have only one night in Scarborough, Miss Montague, and I wanted to see you.

I'm a friend of Mr.Holsworthy's.

I told him I'd look you up, and this is my sole opportunity." I FELT rather than saw that Miss Montague darted a quick glance of hidden meaning at her friends the chappies; their faces, in response, ceased to snigger and grew instantly sober.
She took my card; then, in her alternative manner as the perfect lady, she presented me to her mother.