“I’ll get over that, sir.”
They rose to their feet.
Jean stammered something about a booking-fee.
The man inclined his head.
“There is nothing to pay, madam.”
He came with them to the door and bowed them out.
The two passed down the blazing pavement, unable to speak. . . .
Two days later a messenger brought them a letter and waited for a reply.
For two months certain . . . a country house in Wiltshire . . . one mile from the village . . . servants’ hall and bathroom . . . wages—three guineas a week, fuel and light . . . sole charge. . . .
The note concluded—