The servant was certainly letting somebody in, and from the soft rustling sounds in the hall he gathered that somebody was a woman; much patience and much politeness would then be required of him, and he was feeling anything but patient and polite.
"Miss Rhoda Vivian" was the name on the card that was brought to him.

He did not know Miss Rhoda Vivian.
The gas-jets were turned low in the consulting-room; when he raised them he saw a beautiful woman standing by the fire in an attitude of impatience.

He had kept her waiting; and it seemed that this adorable person knew the value of time.

She was not going to waste words either.
As it was impossible to associate her with the ordinary business of the place, he was prepared for her terse and lucid statement of somebody else's case.

He said he would look round early in the morning (Miss Vivian looked dissatisfied); or perhaps that evening (Miss Vivian was dubious); or possibly at once (Miss Vivian smiled in hurried approval).
She was eager to be gone.