He was alone; an acetylene lamp was shining in his face.

The door on his right was open and the footman was speaking to him.

What was he saying?
Where should they drive?
To Villa Mayda?
Yes, certainly, to Villa Mayda.

Could not that light be extinguished?
The servant put it out, and spoke of a paper.

What paper?
A paper the Signora had placed in the inside pocket of the _coupe_, ordering him to give it to the gentleman.