Footsteps came hurrying along the corridor.
Draconmeyer turned his head away, struggling to compose himself.

A waiter entered.

Lady Hunterleys picked up her parasol and moved towards the door.

The man stood on one side with a bow.
"Here is the waiter you rang for, Mr.Draconmeyer," she remarked, looking over his shoulder.

"Wasn't it coffee you wanted?
Tell Linda I'll hope to see her sometime this evening." She strolled away.