Two porters were chasing the bobcat, which now and then turned upon them savagely, while several waiters, keeping at a judicious distance, tried to frighten it into a corner by flourishing their napkins.

Women fled out of the creature's way, men hastily moved chairs and tables to give the pursuers room, and some of the more energetic joined in the chase.

At one end of the room, Mrs.Keith stood angrily giving instructions which nobody attended to.

Millicent, standing near her, looked hot and unhappy, but for all that her eyes twinkled when a waiter, colliding with a chair, went down with a crash and the bobcat sped away from him in a series of awkward jumps.
At last, Blake managed to seize it with his mittened hands.

He rolled it in a cloth and gave it to a porter, and then advanced toward Mrs.
Keith, his face red with exertion but contrite, and the cloak, which had come unhooked, hanging down from one shoulder.