The conversation with the Russian interested him, so they all went up in the elevator together.

Argensola suggested that this would be a good opportunity to uncork one of the many bottles which he was keeping in the kitchen.

Tchernoff could go home through the studio door that opened on the stairway.
The great window had its glass doors wide open; the transoms on the patio side were also open; a breeze kept the curtains swaying, moving, too, the old lanterns, moth-eaten flags and other adornments of the romantic studio.

They seated themselves around the table, near a window some distance from the light which was illuminating the other end of the big room.

They were in the shadow, with their backs to the interior court.