He went over to the desk and began to scribble a name on the pad of paper.
"I knew he'd plunge," he said, taking the chair proffered him, near Shepler's desk.
Then he walked carelessly across to the desk and asked for his bill.
He found Austin sitting on the chair by his desk, resting his chin on his elbow.
For a time Grace sat at her desk with the letter in her hand.
Her voice lowered to a quick pleading, and she bent toward the man at the desk.
He brought his chair to a level and pounded the desk with a weighty fist.
Her face, as she scrutinized once again the man at the desk, was coldly malignant.
There was massiveness in the desk that stood opposite the hall door, near a window.
When he was at an end of the reading, he regarded the passive woman at the desk with a new respect.