Cuss rapped at the parlour door and entered.

Parlour window, said Henfrey. Everyone stood listening intently.

Do you behave like parlour maids? Your Grace.

And you prefer to sit in this parlour?

In another moment Mr. Cuss was back in the parlour.

The bar parlour door slammed and they heard the key turn.

She stood behind the door, looking at the open door of the parlour.

At that precise moment Mr. Cuss and Mr. Bunting were in the parlour.

Simultaneously came a tumult from the parlour, and a sound of windows being closed.

So either these two men just happened to visit the same Chinese tattoo parlour,

Then he entered the parlour, and suddenly, swiftly, viciously, slammed the door in their faces.

While these things were going on in the parlour, and while Mr. Huxter was watching

The door into the bar parlour from the kitchen slammed and covered Mr. Marvel's retreat.

That ain't right, he said, and came round from behind the bar towards the parlour door.

The barman stood in front of the bar parlour door which was now locked on Mr.

Although what I'm going to do isn't much more than a parlour trick, is still repugnant.

If you please, ma'am! There are two gentlemen and a lady waiting upon you in the parlour.

Mr. Hall marched up the steps, marched straight to the door of the parlour and flung it open.

Suddenly there came a violent thud against the door of the parlour, a sharp cry, and then silence.

All in good time? what is this some parlour game where we have to guess what you're thinking.

The visitor remained in the parlour until four o'clock, without giving the ghost of an excuse for an intrusion.

She could not see his face where she stood. The parlour door slammed, and the place was silent again.

About noon he suddenly opened his parlour door and stood glaring fixedly at the three or four people in the bar.

The bearded man's revolver cracked and the looking glass at the back of the parlour starred and came smashing and tinkling down.

He stamped and shook the snow from off himself in the bar, and followed Mrs. Hall into her guest parlour to strike his bargain.

Now you're here, Mr. Teddy, said she, I'd be glad if you'd give th' old clock in the parlour a bit of a look.

Finally he marched up the steps, and was seen by Mr. Huxter to turn to the left and open the door of the parlour.

Then she filled the mustard pot, and, putting it with a certain stateliness upon a gold and black tea tray, carried it into the parlour.

And suddenly the parlour door was opened, and Mr. Cuss appeared, and without glancing at her rushed at once down the steps toward the corner.

Five minutes afterwards when a second cabman pushed his head in cautiously, they were still waiting, and an anxious face peered out of the bar parlour and supplied information.

The Invisible Man amused himself for a little while by breaking all the windows in the Coach and Horses, and then he thrust a street lamp through the parlour window of

He stood looking about him for some moments, and then Mr. Huxter saw him walk in an oddly furtive manner towards the gates of the yard, upon which the parlour window opened.

'Tis going, and it strikes well and hearty but the hour hand won't do nuthin' but point at six. And leading the way, she went across to the parlour door and rapped and entered.

And of these witnesses Mr. Wadgers was presently missing, having retired impregnably behind the bolts and bars of his own house, and Jaffers was lying stunned in the parlour of the Coach and Horses.

And even as he did so the flap of the bar was shut down and the bolt clicked, and then with a tremendous thud the catch of the door snapped and the bar parlour door burst open.

Directly the first crate was, in accordance with his directions, carried into the parlour, the stranger flung himself upon it with extraordinary eagerness, and began to unpack it, scattering the straw with an utter disregard of Mrs. Hall's carpet.

The stranger went into the little parlour of the Coach and Horses about half past five in the morning, and there he remained until near midday, the blinds down, the door shut, and none, after Hall's repulse, venturing near him.

As soon as the bacon was well under way, and Millie, her lymphatic aid, had been brisked up a bit by a few deftly chosen expressions of contempt, she carried the cloth, plates, and glasses into the parlour and began to lay them with the utmost eclat.

And after the stranger had gone to bed, which he did about half past nine, Mr. Hall went very aggressively into the parlour and looked very hard at his wife's furniture, just to show that the stranger wasn't master there, and scrutinised closely and a little contemptuously a sheet of mathematical computations the stranger had left.

And inside, in the artificial darkness of the parlour, into which only one thin jet of sunlight penetrated, the stranger, hungry we must suppose, and fearful, hidden in his uncomfortable hot wrappings, pored through his dark glasses upon his paper or chinked his dirty little bottles, and occasionally swore savagely at the boys, audible if invisible, outside the windows.