“Here I am, Lawrence. Have you been waiting long?”
“But surely there must be some mistake. They told me this was the room Mrs. O’Hara had ordered.”
She turned to the waiter, who had followed her and was about to light the gas.
“Didn’t you tell me this was the sitting-room Mrs. O’Hara had ordered?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“But it is already occupied.”
He stared stupidly at the shrinking figure near the fireplace, and then a bright idea seemed to strike him.
“Perhaps there’s two Mrs. O’Hara’s, ma’am.”
“I never thought of that; but it isn’t a common name,” replied the widow, with suppressed impatience. “Go and inquire about it, will you?”
“Shall I light the gas first, ma’am?”