"Who is it ?" The door was softly opened.

Draconmeyer stood upon the threshold.

He looked from one to the other in some surprise.
"I am sorry," he murmured.

"Please excuse me." "Come in, Mr.Draconmeyer," she called out to his retreating figure.
"Come in, please.

How is Linda this morning ?" Draconmeyer smiled a little ruefully as he returned.
"Complaining," he replied, "as usual.