He merely walked in.

The old gentleman took him into the parlor, set the candle on a table, and stood.

Orion made the usual remarks about the weather, and sat down--sat down and talked and talked and went on talking--that old man looking at him vindictively and waiting for his chance--waiting treacherously and malignantly for his chance.

Orion had not asked for the young lady.

It was not customary.