She sniffed at the paper suspiciously, and then preceded me into a
sort of square pantry called by courtesy a “hall,” and flung wide open
two doors, one of the dining-room, the other of the drawing-room, out
of which apartments rushed a fine aroma like that which arises from the
canals of Venice on a very hot day.
“Are these all the reception rooms?” I inquired.
“Hall?” she echoed, staring at me--“hall? Yes, hall!”