If it had been a German prince Sarah could not have been more startled nor more delighted.
"Yes, and a cook, and two other maids; and a gardener and a boy. I shall keep Georgiana as my own maid."
"My child, you're going it!"
"My child, I came here to go it."
"And—and Mr. Ollerenshaw is really pleased?"
Helen laughed. "Uncle never goes into raptures, you know. But I hope he will be pleased. The fact is, he doesn't know anything about these new servants yet. He'll find them installed when he returns. It will be a little treat for him. My piano came this morning. Care to try it?"
"Rather!" said Sarah. "Well, I never saw anything like it!" This was in reference to her first glimpse of the great drawing-room. "How you've improved it, you dear thing!"
"You see, I have my own cheque-book; it saves worry."
"I see!" said Sarah, meaningly, putting her purse on the piano, her umbrella on a chair, and herself on the music-stool.
"Shall we have tea?" Helen suggested, after Sarah had performed on the Bechstein.