Mr.
Horser was helping himself to brandy and water with one hand and holding himself up with the other.

There was a knock at the door.
A man who was still playing looked up.

He was about fifty years of age, clean shaven, with vacuous eyes and a weak mouth.

He was the host of the party.
"Come in!" he shouted.
A young man entered in a long black overcoat and soft hat.

He looked about him without surprise, but he seemed to note Mr.Horser's presence with some concern.