It was a room obviously not loved by its owner.
Neither pleasure nor comfort was looked for in it.

It was simply a place of escape from the attractions of quiet ease when business overflowed the proper office hours.

Mr.Quinn rose from his desk when Hyacinth entered.
'I am very glad to see you,' he said; 'I want to have a talk with you.' Hyacinth waited while he arranged and rearranged some papers on the desk in front of him.

Mr.Quinn, although he had specially sent for Hyacinth, seemed in no hurry to get to the subject of the interview.

When he did speak, it was evident from his tone that the important topic was still postponed.
'How did you get on this week ?' Hyacinth had nothing good to report.