Carmelâs attitude; having successfully palmed off on herself a perfectly satisfactory Professor, what did she want with the scarred and uneasy figure of truth? It made no difference in her reception of him whether Mr. Belinski had been the victim of appendicitis or of mob violence; but it made a great difference to Lady Carmel, who was mildly interested in the first, but could not bear to contemplate the second.
âHave you a dinner-jacket?â asked Lady Carmel.
The Professor shook his head.
âI am so sorry. I have only this suit and one other. And four shirts.â (He found he didnât mind telling her this in the least.)
âThen Andrew, who has two, shall lend you one; youâre much the same build. That is because,â explained Lady Carmel, âmy husband always dresses for dinner, but if he saw you didnât, he wouldnât, and that would worry him, because he likes me to dress, always. Iâm being so frank because we hope youâll stay with us some time, and to have poor Harry worrying for months would be too bad. You donât mind?â
âI do not think I would mind anything said by you.â
âThatâs a great compliment. You mustnât mind anything my husband says either. Though Iâm so fond of travel myself,â explained Lady Carmel, âhe is not; and heâs so used to England as home, he quite forgets other countries are home too. It must be very sad to be away; but let us hope, only temporarily.â (By this oblique reference Lady Carmel covered the entire European situation, and felt she had said quite enough.) âSo you must borrow anything you want from Andrew, Professor, and there are several thousand books in the library; my husband sleeps there in the afternoon, but otherwise it is very little used. Syrett will valet youââ
âDear Lady Carmel, I was never valeted in my life.â
âWell, do you mind letting Syrett, so as not to hurt his feelings? I donât suppose heâll do much, in fact Andrew says he just eats his head off, but he wouldnât like to be told not to. Iâm being so perfectly frank, Professor, because I never forget how once as a girl I completely disorganized a French household by coming downstairs to breakfast. When I found out by accident, after nearly three months, I was so mortified that Iâve never liked France since. Itâs the other countries I want to travel in,â said Lady Carmel hastily.
V
As Andrew and John Frewen were returning from the stables, whither they had gone to inspect certain arrangements made there by Andrew, they were crossed by Cluny Brown, travelling at great speed.
âWhoâs that?â asked John.
âNew maid,â said Andrew indifferently.
âLooks to me like an anarchist,â said John.
Clunyâs appearance was indeed rather wild, for she had pulled off her cap and released her pony tail when she ran out to get a breath of air. But her determined expression (like her need for a breather) was purely professional: her coming début at the dinner table was weighing on her more than she would own. The ousted Hilda, on the other hand, was even then singing âJeepers-Creepersâ in the larder. A girl entirely without ambition, she had hailed their change of functions with frank delight. (And she was good-hearted as well: the reason she was in the larder was because she was getting Cluny a snack to fortify her for the coming ordeal.) Cluny was not exactly ambitiousâat any rate so far as parlour-maiding was concernedâbut she had a great desire to startle Mr. Syrett. She was keyed up like a prima donna, and far too preoccupied to notice either of the young men.
âSit down a minute, my dear,â said Mrs. Maile kindly, as Cluny came loping back into domestic territory, âand then get Hilda to help you fasten your hair.â
âShall I cut it off?â suggested Cluny
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