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I must see one after another in that little private parlor off the reception-room, until I have secured the amount I need. You will bring them to me." "I understand, my lady," nodded the maid. Flushed, and trembling with excitement, Sally stepped down to the private parlor, after giving Antoinette a score of names on a slip of paper.
When he inquired for the wealthy Bostonian, the waiter stared at his plain dress, and said, "Your card, sir." "I have no card," replied the farmer. "Tell him Friend Joseph wishes to see him." The waiter returned, saying, "Walk this way, sir," and showed him into the elegant reception-room.
Now it is insulting assuredly that a cavalier, after being told that the lady to whom he wishes to pay his respects is either not at home or will not receive any visitors, should refuse to withdraw, and insist upon being admitted. I hope the prebendary, Baron Weichs, after listening to this explanation, will be kind enough to leave the reception-room."
The servant with a handkerchief around one eye said that the captain was in, and showed Nekhludoff into the small reception-room, in which was a lounge, a table and a lamp, one side of the rose-colored shade of which was scorched, standing on a knitted woolen napkin. The inspector appeared with an expression of sadness and torment on his face. "Glad to see you.
On entering the reception-room Laura tried hard to see Pin with the eyes of a stranger. Pin rose from her chair awkwardly, of course, for there were other people present, and Laura's violent stare was disconcerting in the extreme: it made Pin believe her hat was crooked, or that she had a black speck on her nose.
He then hastily crossed the reception-room and entered again the adjoining apartment, where the police minister was awaiting him. "Did you hear it?" asked Thugut, whose features were expressing now the whole anger and rage he had concealed so long. "I have heard every thing," said Count Saurau. "The impudence of France knows no bounds."
Before her question could be answered, the door was opened by a wrinkled old woman, in a nodding white cap, who led them into a reception-room at the end of the hall. "Ask for Sister Denisa," said madame, "and give her my name." The old woman shuffled out of the room, and madame, taking a small memorandum book from her pocket, began to study it.
Seated in one of the large easy-chairs of the reception-room, in a corner with two of O'Connor's men standing watchfully near, was a man who was the embodiment of all that was nervous. He was alternately wringing his hands and rumpling his hair.
"Girls!" she said excitedly, "we're going to get our three days' cut, and oh, guess what's happened! Patty Paine's mother's here we just left her down in the reception-room, and she's invited us all the Lambs down to her summer home in Maine at a place called Sargentville. They have a cottage there, and she's going down and will take us, and Miss North says we can go."
It had been no mere accidental slip of the tongue which guided Alan Hawke in his greeting of the old ex-Commissioner when Hugh Johnstone entered the reception-room, a study in gray and white, with only the three priceless pigeon-blood rubies lending a color to his snowy linen. "Upon my word, Sir Hugh, you are looking younger than I ever saw you," said the visitor gracefully advancing.
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