"Isn't that too bad!"
"Oh, not necessarily. It's really not very important whether he tells the truth or tells lies. You see, he's only a servant."
"Oh."
"My valet."
"I see," she said slowly.
"It was very impertinent of him," said Bill. "He is an exceptionally good servant, but he is rather erratic at times. I shall speak to him about it."
"Oh, please don't. He really didn't offend me."
"Doesn't make any difference," declared Bill, sternly. "I won't have him forgetting his place. Won't you sit down again? I won't bother you to look at the ancestors."
But scarcely had she seated herself than they were interrupted. A maid came in to say that Miss Marshall would see her. To Bill it seemed that the stranger became suddenly preoccupied. She was chewing her lip as she walked out of the room and did not even nod to him.
"More of her later from Aunt Caroline," muttered Bill. "And now for a brief word with Pete Stearns."