Jennings hastened in to where Stephen was sitting alone.
"Mr. Stephen," he cried, "what's coming to us? There's that French hussy outside, and a motor-car in the drive, and the chauffeur's asking where he's to sleep. The woman wants to know whether she can have the same bedroom for her mistress as last time!"
"Then why don't you go and see about it, you old fool?" Stephen replied. "Pick up those pieces of glass there, lay the cloth, and get some supper ready."
Jennings gazed at his master, dumbfounded. No power of speech remained to him.
Through the open doorway they heard Aline's voice in the hall.
"Meester Jennings, will you please come and help me with the luggage?"
"Get along with you!" Stephen ordered. "You'd better hurry up with the supper, too. The boy Tom can see to the luggage."
The old man recovered himself slowly.
"You're taking 'em in, sir—taking 'em into the house?" he gasped. "What about that toast?"
Stephen refilled two glasses.