He flung open the door.

I steered myself into the room; and there, standing on the white bearskin hearthrug, his back to the fire, his hands in his pockets, his six inches of stiff white beard stuck aggressively outward, I saw Daniel Gedge.
While I gaped in astonishment, Sir Anthony shut the door behind him, drew a straight-backed chair from the wall, planted it roughly some distance away from the fire, and, pointing to it, bade Gedge sit down.
Gedge obeyed.

Sir Anthony took the hearthrug position, his hands behind his back, his legs apart.
"This man," said he, "has come to me with a ridiculous, beastly story.
At first I was undecided whether I should listen to him or kick him out.

I thought it wiser to listen to him in the presence of a reputable witness.

That's why I've sent for you, Duncan.