“My dear, I have a bone to pick with you.”
Leilah, with a levity that was rare with her, interrupted:
“It is just for that we are going to supper. How will you have it, grilled or deviled?”
“Her ladyship’s carriage is at the door,” a groom announced, in English.
Another added, in French: “The motor of madame la comtesse is advanced.”
“Yes,” Violet retorted. “But my bone belongs to a different kettle of fish. Now, you come with me.” With a smile, she turned to the others. “We will go in the brougham, and you take the motor.”
Stooping, she lifted her train, and the two women, accompanied by the men, followed the groom to the carriage.
There, after seeing them in, Barouffski called:
“To Paillard’s, Chaussée d’Antin.”