“D’you hear?” she demanded.
“Yes, but I don’t understand. What is a single width?”
“They’ll know in the shop.”
“All right,” said Peregrine. “What’s the stuff called?”
Humanity was insisting that Pickford should intervene.
“I can easily go, madam. Now that I’ve done your dress——”
“That will do,” said her mistress, bristling.
Pickford withdrew.
As the door closed—
“She’s gone,” said Mrs. Below. “You can take off that martyred air. Of course it’s a wonderful card to have up one’s sleeve—if one wants to get off with servants. They love it.”