There was no hall.

The door led straight into the dining-room, and the noisy crowd within, dragging chairs and choosing places at the two long tables, made further word with her impossible, even if she had not hurried up-stairs to her room.

"What do you make of it--of her?
Isn't she the limit ?" The words were scarcely out of Will's mouth when a roar that made the dishes rattle broke and echoed and rumbled in the street outside.

The instant it died down another followed it--then three or four--then a dozen all at once.

There came the pattering of heavy feet, like the sound of cattle coming homeward.