"I am mounting guard, Doctor, as you see," she said calmly.
"How does that happen?"
"Why, Felicia's at work. She doesn't want to be disturbed and the servants are so stupid. I am carrying out her orders myself."
Then, as she saw the Irishman walk toward the studio, she added:
"No, no, don't go there. She gave me strict orders not to let any one go in."
"Very good, but I—"
"I beg you not—you will get me a scolding."
Jenkins was about to withdraw, when a peal of laughter from Felicia reached their ears through the portière and made him raise his head.
"So she isn't alone?"
"No. The Nabob is with her. They are having a sitting—for the bust."