The man glanced at his card.
"Yes, sir," he said at once.

"Madam gave instructions that if either you or Mr.David called you were to be taken to her boudoir, where she awaits you." The room was evidently on the first floor, for the servant led him up the magnificent oak staircase that climbed two sides of the reception hall.
But this was fated to be a day of interruptions.

The barrister, when he reached the landing, was confronted by the Italian.
"A word with you, Mr.Brett," was the stiff greeting given to him.
"Certainly.

But I am going to Mrs.Capella's room." "She can wait.

She does not know you are here.