Robert W. Chambers,
The Moonlit Way: A Novel
“ And in a few moments the burly porter reappeared with a tray containing a box of cigarettes and a tall glass of Moselle.“Monsieur Renoux will not be long,” he said, bringing a sheaf of French illustrated periodicals to the little table at Barres’ elbow; and he retired with a bow and resumed his chair in the corridor by the bronze door.Through closed doors, somewhere from the rear of 285 the silent house came the distant click of a typewriter. At moments, too, looking over the war pictures in the periodicals, Barres imagined that he heard a confused murmur as of many voices. ”
