“Was she in an amiable mood?”
“She was not. Because I offered to assist her further, she ordered me from the room in anger.”
“Ah, in anger! Was Miss Carrington often angry with you?”
“Indeed, yes; as she was with everybody.”
“Confine your answers to your own experience. You prepared a night luncheon for your mistress?”
“Yes, sir,” and now Estelle’s voice trembled and her eyes rolled apprehensively.
“What was it?”
“Two small sandwiches and a glass of milk.”
“What sort of sandwiches?”
“Caviare, sir.”