'I was asked to sing at the wedding.' They reached the door of the manager's room.

The clerks from the box-office and several other persons employed about the house were whispering together in the little lobby.

They made way for Cordova and looked with curiosity at Griggs, who was a well-known man of letters.
Schreiermeyer stood at the half-closed inner door, evidently waiting.
'Come in,' he said to Margaret.

'The doctor is there.' The room was flooded with electric light, and smelt of very strong Havana cigars and brandy.

Margaret saw a slight figure in a red silk evening gown, lying at full length on an immense red leathern sofa.