Click-flash-flicker went the needles. Diana looked in awe. She was the only woman in the world who had never knitted a jumper.
“Well ... yes. Mr. Selsbury thought you would be rather lonely. It doesn’t do for us girls to be too much alone. We brood.”
“I’m brooding at this minute.” Diana was very incisive in business hours. “Do I understand that you have been engaged as a chaperone?”
“Companion,” murmured Miss Staffle.
“That makes it easier,” Diana opened her pocket-book. “Your salary is——?”
Miss Staffle murmured the amount.
“Here is two months’ pay,” said Diana. “I have decided not to engage a companion.”
She rang the bell; the needles became stationary.
“Eleanor,” to the svelte parlourmaid, “Miss Staffle is leaving before tea. Will you see that her boxes are brought down, and tell Trenter to have a nice clean taxi waiting?”