Mr.Blunt threw one of the doors open, but before we passed through it we heard a petulant exclamation accompanied by childlike stamping with both feet and ending in a laugh which had in it a note of contempt.
The door closed behind us; we had been abandoned by Mr.Blunt.

He had remained on the other side, possibly to soothe.

The room in which we found ourselves was long like a gallery and ended in a rotunda with many windows.

It was long enough for two fireplaces of red polished granite.
A table laid out for four occupied very little space.

The floor inlaid in two kinds of wood in a bizarre pattern was highly waxed, reflecting objects like still water.
Before very long Dona Rita and Blunt rejoined us and we sat down around the table; but before we could begin to talk a dramatically sudden ring at the front door stilled our incipient animation.