I could think only of my father's anger and the contempt of Dr.Cheron.
Presently the cab stopped before a large wooden gate with two enormous knockers.

One half of this gate was opened by a servant in a sad-colored livery.

I was shown across a broad courtyard, up a flight of lofty steps, and into a spacious _salon_ plainly furnished.
"Monsieur le Docteur is at present engaged," said the servant, with an air of profound respect.

"Will Monsieur have the goodness to be seated for a few moments." I sat down.

I rose up.