All stepped in.

The three late-arriving reporters, seeing in the reception-room beyond a group of newspapermen about a servant,--Matilda making her first futile effort to rid the house of this pestilential horde, generaled by Mr.
Mayfair,--started quickly toward the members of their fraternity.

But the young gentleman remained behind with their stout admitter.
"Huh--thought that was really your size--tackling a servant!" commented the caustic colonel.
But the reporter from "Town Gossip" smiled and did not reply; and the three disappeared into the reception-room.

The young gentleman, very politely, half pushed, half followed the stout woman out of the reception-room's range of vision.
"Just leaving, I suppose," he remarked with pleasant matter-of-factness.
"Yes, sir.

My bags are down at the basement door.