But once more she had to go and open the door.
"Here's bothers!" she murmured when she came back.

"It's the nigger! 'Twasn't any good telling him that my lady's gone out, and so he's settled himself in the bedroom.

We only expected him this evening." At a quarter past four Nana was not in yet.

What could she be after?
It was silly of her! Two other bouquets were brought round, and Zoe, growing bored looked to see if there were any coffee left.

Yes, the ladies would willingly finish off the coffee; it would waken them up.
Sitting hunched up on their chairs, they were beginning to fall asleep through dint of constantly taking their cards between their fingers with the accustomed movement.