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“No,ma’am,”saidGrosvenor.
“NorFoljambe?”
“No,ma’am.”
“Istherenotomatosaucewiththemacaroni?”
“No,ma’am.”
Luciaknewbetterthantoaskifsheachedanywhere,
forGrosvenorwouldsimplyhavesaid“No,ma’am”
again,and,leavinghertostewinherown
snappishness,sheturnedhermindtoGeorgie.For
overafortnightnowhehadnotbeentoseeher,and
enquirieshadonlyelicitedthestarkinformationthat
hewaskeepingthehouse,notbeingverywell,butthat
therewasnothingtobotherabout.WithGeorgiesuch
aretirementmightarisefromseveralcausesnone
ofwhichneedarouseanxiety.Somelittlecontretemps,
thoughtLucia:perhapstherewasdentaltrouble,and
changemustbemadeinthefurnishingsofhismouth.
Orhemighthaveatouchoflumbago,anddidnotwant
tobeseenhobblingandbent,insteadofpresentinghis
usualspryandbriskappearance.Itwasmerelytactless
whenheassumedtheseinvisibilitiestoasktheprecise
cause:hecameoutofthemagainwithhishairmore
auburnthanever,orwreathedinsmileswhichshowed
hisexcellentteeth,andsoonecouldguess.
Butafortnightwasanunprecedentedlylong
seclusion,andLuciadeterminedtohaveawordwith
Foljambewhenshecamehomeintheevening.
FoljambewasGeorgie’speerlessparlourmaidandalso
thewifeofLucia’schauffeur.ShegaveCadmanhis
earlybreakfastinthemorning,andthenwent
uptoGeorgie’shouse,MallardsCottage,whereshe
ministeredalldaytohermaster,returninghometoher
husbandaftershehadservedGeorgiewithhisdinner.
Likefamousactresseswhohavemarried,sheretained
hermaidenname,insteadofbecomingMrs.Cadman
(whichsheundoubtedlywasinthesightofGod)since
herlife’sworkwasFoljambizingtoGeorgie...Then
Grosvenorbroughtinthetomatosauceofwhichthere
wasquantities,afterLuciahadalmostfinishedher
