Helen touched a bell.
"Why do you need him?"
"Kenneth wants him. I forgot all about it. All his things need putting away. The litter upstairs is simply terrible."
"There won't be much time for unpacking," objected Ray. "It's half-past five already. We'll soon have to think of dressing for dinner."
Suddenly the door opened and François appeared. He entered quietly, stealthily, and, advancing to where his mistress was, stood in silence, awaiting her orders.
"Your master wants you upstairs, François."
The man bowed.
"Bien, madame!"
"Tell Mr. Traynor not to keep you too long, because there's a lot of work to be done downstairs before dinner."
"Bien, madame."