She started then.
He must not be allowed to come in, she decided at once, and to keep him out the door must be kept shut; for though he would not be rude unless he had been drinking wine, yet he was very suavely insolent, and quite capable, if refused admittance, of politely pushing past old Pompous and gracefully forcing himself into her presence.
This must be prevented.
The knocking was repeated with emphasis.
Roma went and withdrew the key from the lock and put it into her pocket.
Old Pompous now came strutting through the back door, and along the hall, to “make the entrance free.”
The knocking was reiterated with impatience.
“Loramity! Dey can’t wait a minute, whoeber dey is, an’ I comin’ as fas’ as I can.”
“Pontius! Stop!” said Miss Fronde.
“Yas, youn’ mist’ess. Des lemmy open de do’ fuss. Dey’s comp’ny out dere,” said the man, hurrying on.