She went into the drawing-room.
“Pahdon, sir,” she said, “I left my hat.” And she crossed to the divan.
“Did I understand you to say that Emil—that Miss Harkness was——”
“I’ll tell heh; she’ll come right down.”
“But you said Mister Harkness had left——”
Dade smiled the superior smile of the socially perfect.
“You possibly misundahstood me, sir; I said Miss Harkness would be down.”
She bowed herself out of the room, leaving Garwood with one more perplexity added to those that were already accumulating too rapidly for him.
Dade went up the staircase and to Emily’s room. The girl was standing by her door, her hands clasped and raised in expectation to her freshly powdered face.
“Le voilà!” said Dade, pointing tragically over the balusters, and then she went down the back stairs.