Chapter 11

“After luncheon, madam.” “Very well.” Three o’clock found them at work. For an hour they laboured in silence. Then came the pulse of an engine, and the front-door bell was rung. Rodney plunged his hands into a pail. Then he whipped off his apron and slid into his coat. “You are not at home, madam?” “No.” The next moment he was gone. He returned with three cards upon a salver. When his mistress had inspected them, he took them away. A moment later he was again in his apron, piling the books. Estelle looked down from…