"I'll go over myself—as soon as Paul comes back."
"I'll send him straight out." And Rose Armiger retired in good order.
Tony followed her with his eyes; then he exclaimed: "It's, upon my soul, as if she couldn't trust herself———!" His remark, which he checked, dropped into a snap of his fingers while Jean Martle wondered.
"To do what?" she asked.
Tony hesitated. "To do nothing! The child's all right?"
"Perfectly right. It's only that the great Gorham has decreed that she's to have her usual little supper before she comes, and that, with her ribbons and frills all covered with an enormous bib, Effie had just settled down to that extremely solemn function."
Tony in his turn wondered. "Why shouldn't she have her supper here?"
"Ah, you must ask the great Gorham!"
"And didn't you ask her? "
"I did better—I divined her," said Jean. "She doesn't trust our kitchen."
