"Man dear, the girl. The mysterious lady. The one that took a liking to me. The one——"
Bill strode to the window.
"Oh, she's inside now," said Pete. "I heard the door closing. Bill, I must have made a hit."
He went over to the dresser, picked up Bill's brushes and began work on his hair.
"Pete, you can cut that out right now. You don't leave this room. Understand?"
"But maybe she's back to look at the ancestors again. She liked the way I talked about 'em, and——"
Bill pushed his valet violently into a chair.
"Pete, you've got to behave. I had trouble enough explaining about you yesterday. My Aunt Caroline's friends don't call here to see the servants—and you're a servant. Get me?"
"Don't be a snob, Bill."