"Bring me the papers, and then tell Jenkins to take a day off. Tell him he may go as far away as Hoboken if he wants to. He needn't return until to-morrow."
Suzanne glided from my side with a quick, silent movement that reminded me of a black cat.
A wild, fleeting hope seized me that Jenkins would carry the girl away with him, but presently Suzanne entered the library again.
"Jenkins sends his thanks to madame, and will take a holiday, after reporting to monsieur at his office," said my pretty gadfly, glibly, placing the morning newspapers beside me.
"Confound his impudence!" I exclaimed, and I saw at once that Suzanne considered me "no better."
"And now, girl, what next? Jones, I suppose."
"Yes, madame. He is awaiting your pleasure outside the door."
At that moment Jones entered the library.
"You called me, madame," he said, pompously, magnificent as a liar. "Your orders, madame?"
"We have guests for dinner, Jones," I remarked, bravely.