The four professionals had come at the very moment when Logotheti had gained admittance on the ground that he had an appointment, which was true, and they had refused to be sent away.
In fact, unless he had called the police the poor footman could not have kept them out.

The Signorina Baci-Roventi alone, black-browed, muscular, and five feet ten in her shoes, would have been almost a match for him alone; but she was backed by Signor Pompeo Stromboli, who weighed fifteen stone in his fur coat, was as broad as he was long, and had been seen to run off the stage with Madame Bonanni in his arms while he yelled a high G that could have been heard in Westminster if the doors had been open.

Before the onslaught of such terrific foreigners a superior London footman could only protest with dignity and hold the door open for them to pass.

Braver men than he had quailed before Schreiermeyer's stony eye, and gentle little Fraeulein Ottilie slipped in like a swallow in the track of a storm.
Margaret felt suddenly inclined to shut herself up in her room and send word that she had a headache and could not see them.

But Schreiermeyer was there.