"Oui, monsieur, but monsieur forgets. Monsieur told me I must go to ze tailor."
Kenneth's frown disappeared. Yes, it was true. He had sent him to the tailor. Quick to make amends for an injustice, he said more amiably:
"That's right. I had forgotten. What did they say?"
"Ze suits will be delivered in half hour."
"Very well. When they come, you will know which trunk to put them in."
"Oui, monsieur."
"And then, when my trunks are ready you had better hustle with your own packing. There's no time to be lost. The steamer sails at 11 o'clock to-morrow morning."
"Oui, monsieur."
Quietly, stealthily, the valet retraced his cat-like steps and opening the door retired as noiselessly as he had come.