that garment would turn out when actually worn, and those who were not in difficulties with their clothes were troubled about their manners. At Galvin House manners were things that were worn, like a gardenia or a patent hook-and-eye. Patricia had once explained to an uncomprehending Aunt Adelaide that Galvin House had more manners than breeding.
On the Friday evening when Patricia returned to Galvin House, Gustave was in the hall.
"Oh, mees!" he involuntarily exclaimed.
Patricia waited for more; but after a moment of hesitation, Gustave disappeared along the hall as if there were nothing strange in his conduct, leaving Patricia staring after him in surprise.
At that moment Mrs. Craske-Morton bustled out of the lounge, full of an unwonted importance.
"Oh, Miss Brent!" she exclaimed. "I am so glad you've come. I have a few friends coming to dinner this evening and we are dressing." Without waiting for a reply Mrs. Craske-Morton turned and disappeared along the passage leading to the servants’ regions.
At that moment Mr. Bolton appeared at the of the stairs in his shirt sleeves; but at the sight of Patricia he turned and bolted precipitately out of sight.
Patricia walked slowly upstairs and along the corridor to her room, unconscious that each door she passed was closed upon a tragedy.
