She answered them with little assenting movements of her head, making rapid reflections at the same time.

It must be the old man that had brought the other one: he had such wicked eyes.

And yet the other was not to be trusted either: the veins near his temples were so queerly puffed up.

He might quite well have come by himself.

Ah, now that she thought of it, it was this way: the porter had given them her name, and they had egged one another on, each with his own ends in view.
"Most certainly, gentlemen, you were quite right to come up," she said with a very good grace.
But the electric bell made her tremble again.