The house is full, but I've made the manager give you a lady's drawing-room suite.

When you telegraphed you'd meet us HERE there was no chance to get anything else.
It's really Mrs.Van Loo's family suite; but they were sent for to go to Marysville yesterday, and so we'll run you in for the night." "But"-- protested Demorest.
"Nonsense!" said Stacy, dragging him away.

"We'll pay for it; and I reckon the old lady won't object to taking her share of the damage either, or she isn't Van Loo's mother.

Come." Demorest felt himself hurried forward by the energetic Stacy, preceded by the obsequious manager, through a corridor to a handsomely furnished suite, into whose bathroom Stacy incontinently thrust him.
"There! Wash up; and by the time you're ready Barker ought to be back, and we'll have supper.

It's waiting for us in the other room." "But how about Barker, the dear boy ?" persisted Demorest, holding open the door.