'Oh, yes, do. I'll go and order it at once.'
Anne walked with slow, languid dignity to the door, and when she had shut it, flew like a hunted hare to the studio, where Cecil Reeve and Hyacinth were sitting together.
'Hyacinth,' she said sharply, 'run upstairs at once, put on your hat, go to the hall door and bang it, and come into the drawing-room. Lady Cannon's going to stop the whole afternoon. She's in an appalling temper.'
'She won't wait long,' exclaimed Hyacinth, 'surely?'
'Won't she? She's ordered coffee. She'll be smoking a cigarette before you know where you are.'
'Oh, I'll go,' said Cecil. 'Let me go.'
'Of course you must go,' said Anne. 'You can come back in an hour.'
'But, good heavens, Anne,' said Hyacinth, 'why on earth should we make a secret of Mr Reeve being here?'
'Why, because I said you were out.'
'Well, I'll go and explain,' said Hyacinth.