“A little bread-and-butter? I’m sorry there’s no cake or jam.”
It was while Madame Piriac was stirring her first cup that the drawing-room door opened, and at once there was a terrific shriek.
“Audrey!”
The invader was Miss Ingate. Close behind Miss Ingate came Jane Foley.
CHAPTER XXXIV
THE TANK-ROOM
”Did you get my letter?” breathed Miss Ingate weakly, after she had a little recovered from the shock, which had the appearance of being terrific.
“No,” said Audrey. “How could I? We’re yachting. Madame Piriac, you know Miss Ingate, don’t you? And this is my friend Jane Foley.” She spoke quite easily and naturally, though Miss Ingate in her intense agitation had addressed her as Audrey, whereas the Christian name of Mrs. Moncreiff, on the rare occasions when a Christian name became necessary or advisable, had been Olivia—or, infrequently, Olive.
“Yachting!”