"I may look in there presently." He seated himself at a small round table and ordered a drink.

The people here were of a slightly different class from those who had the _entree_ to the supper-room and were mostly crowded round the bar itself.

At a small desk within a few feet of him a middle-aged woman with a cold, hard face sat with a book of account before her and a pile of bills.
There was something almost Sphynx-like about her appearance.

She never spoke.

Her expression never changed.