“Also I’ll keep at the servants. I’ve got the housekeeper just where I want her, but there’s a head chambermaid who’ll bear watching and I’m rather interested in the night porter.”
“Yes, he’s a knowing one. Flirt with him——”
“Oh, no, he’s not that sort. And, too, he’s engaged to a Tartar named Julie, who would scratch out my not altogether unattractive eyes.”
“Vanity Box! Well, your eyes do set off what would otherwise be a commonplace face.”
Zizi made a face at him that was far from commonplace, and the talk went on.
They were indefatigable workers, these two, and what they planned carefully they carried out with equal care.
And even while she talked, Zizi was looking about the room for a possible hiding-place for the recipe, which, so far as she knew, existed only in her imagination,—and, she had a dim idea that she had found a direction in which to look.