The glass and iron doors clanged behind him, and Plank, waiting a moment, sighed, raised his head, and, encountering the curious gaze of a servant, trudged off up-stairs again.
The game had ended at both tables.

Quarrier and Agatha stood by the window together, conversing in low voices.

Belwether, at a desk, sat muttering and fussing with a cheque-book.

The others were in Sylvia's apartments.
A few moments later Kemp Ferrall arrived, in the best of spirits, very much inclined to consider the night as still young; but his enthusiasm met with no response, and presently he departed with his wife and Marion in their big Mercedes, wheeling into the avenue at a reckless pace, and streaming away through the night like a meteor run mad.
Leila, in her wraps, emerged in a few moments, looking at Plank out of serious eyes; and they made their brief adieux and went away in Plank's brougham.
When Agatha's maid arrived, Quarrier also started to take his leave; but Sylvia, seated at a card-table, idly arranging the cards in geometrical designs and fanciful arabesques, looked up at him, saying: "I wanted to say something to you, Howard." Agatha passed them, going into Sylvia's room for her wraps; and Quarrier turned to Sylvia: "Well ?" he said, with the slightest hint of impatience.
"Can't you stay a minute ?" asked Sylvia, surprised.
"Agatha is going in the motor with me.

Is it anything important ?" She considered him without replying.