"All inside at once! No guest is allowed after dark on the veranda! All inside! Supper presently!" "Pah!" remarked Lady Saffren Waldon, rising.

"What is it about some men that makes one's blood boil?
I suppose we must go in." She came nearer until she stood between the three of us, so close that I could see her diamond-hard eyes and hear the suppressed breathing that I suspected betrayed excitement.
"I must speak with you three men! Listen! I know this place.

The rooms are unspeakable--not a bedroom that isn't a megaphone, magnifying every whisper! There is only one suitable place--the main dining-room.
The proprietor leaves the oil-lamp burning in there all night.

People go to bed early; they prefer to drink in their bedrooms because it costs less than treating a crowd! I shall provide a light supper, and my maid shall lay the table after everybody else is gone up-stairs.
Then come down and talk with me.

Its important! Be sure and come!" She did not wait for an answer but led the way into the hotel.