After considerable delay the door was opened by a fat servitor.
“Miss Seneschal?” said Pomeroy curtly.
“Mademoiselle is engaged, sair.”
Pomeroy took out a card.
“Take her that card,” he said. The man accepted the pasteboard and was for closing the door. “And tell her I’m waiting,” added Pomeroy, as though by accident leaning against the oak.
The butler boggled.
“But Mademoiselle is not receiving, Monsieur.”
“Do as I say,” said Ivan.
“When Mademoiselle is descend, sair, I will give ’er the card. Eef Monsieur will return these afternoon——”
“Send the card up,” said Ivan. “And say that I am below.”