" Arrivez donc, jeune fille! " she exclaimed impatiently.
The servant came.
" Apportez du thé, Séraphine. "
" Oui, mademoiselle. "
Then Lois lounged towards the table and tore sharply the wrapper of the newspaper. George was still standing.
"He's probably got something in about her this week—
about her soirée last Tuesday. We weren't invited. Of course he went."
George saw the name the Sunday Journal . The paper had come by the afternoon mail, and had been delivered, according to weekly custom, by messenger from Mr. Ingram's office. Lois's tone and attitude tore fatally the whole factitious 'Parisian' tradition, as her hand had torn the wrapper.
"See here," she said quietly, after a few seconds, and gave the newspaper with her thumb indicating a paragraph.
He could hardly read the heading, because it unnerved him; nor the opening lines. But he read this: "The following six architects have been selected by the Assessors and will be immediately requested by the Corporation to submit final designs for the town hall: Mr. Whinburn, Mr.... Mr.... Mr. George E. Cannon ..."