"I believe I will come in, as Mrs.Hamilton wrote me to come." Ben left his bag in the front hall, and with his hat in his hand followed the servant into the handsomely-furnished drawing room.
"I wish Mrs.Hamilton had been here," he said to himself.

"The girl seems to look at me suspiciously.

I hope the housekeeper knows about my coming." Ben sat down in an easy-chair beside a marble-topped center table, and waited for fifteen minutes before anyone appeared.

He beguiled the time by looking over a handsomely illustrated book of views, but presently the door was pushed open and he looked up.
The newcomer was a spare, pale-faced woman, with a querulous expression, who stared coldly at our hero.

It was clear that she was not glad to see him.