When once she heard the crunching wheels of the trap upon the drive, she rang her bell. Mason entered almost immediately.
"Tell Taylor I want her here at once," said Mrs. Durlacher, "and come and help me dress before you change your things."
The moment she had closed the door, her mistress called her back.
"And send Mrs. Butterick as well."
"Yes, madam."
Mason went downstairs with the report that something was in the air. She had a feeling, she said.
The interview with Taylor was shorter—more to the point.
"I'm expecting my brother—Mr. Traill, and probably a lady," she said. She laid no stress on the last word, much as the temptation assailed her. "It's quite likely they may be down to lunch. When they come, there is no need to say that I am here, unless, of course, Mr. Traill asks you. You'd better go and change your dress at once."
Then she turned to Mrs. Butterick.
"You've taken off the chintz covers?" she said.