But at first she did not see him.

She was in the drawing-room and the wide double doors which led to the big library stood open.

It was through those doors that the men had come.

Some of the party were gathered there.
She could hear the click of the billiard balls and the voices of women mingling with those of the men.

She went through the doors and saw her husband standing by Harold Hazlewood's desk, and engrossed apparently in some little paper-covered book which he held in his hand.