He stood at it forlornly for a few minutes.
At last an orderly came to him, and he shortly explained his presence and handed in the much-blued order.

The man listened in silence, asked him to wait a moment, and departed.

Peter leaned on the counter and tried to look indifferent.

With a detached air he studied the Kirschner girls on the walls.

These added a certain air to the otherwise forlorn place, but when, a little later, W.A.A.C.'s were installed, a paternal Government ordered their removal.