"Now, Corinne, that isn't fair; I am never impolite to anybody in
this house, but I'm tired of--"
"Well, Garry isn't tired." This last shot was fired at random.
Again the aunt poured oil: "Come, children, come! Don't let's talk
any more about it. If Jack has made an engagement it can't be
helped, I suppose, but don't spoil your party, my dear. Find
Parkins, Jack, and send him to me. ... Ah, Parkins--if any one
calls say I'll be out until six o'clock."
"Yes, my Lady." Parkins knew on which side his bread was buttered.
She had reproved him at first, but his excuse was that she was so
like his former mistress, Lady Colchester, that he sometimes
forgot himself.
And again "my Lady" swept on, this time out of the door and into
her waiting carriage.
CHAPTER VI
Jack's impatience increased as the hour for Peter's visit
approached. Quarter of nine found him leaning over the banisters
outside his small suite of rooms, peering down between the hand-
rails watching the top of every head that crossed the spacious
hall three flights below--he dare not go down to welcome his
guest, fearing some of the girls, many of whom had already
arrived, would know he was in the house.
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