“I’m sorry,” said Frances, “but I’d rather not.”
“My dear! Please! I’ve practically promised.”
“I can’t help it. I couldn’t.”
“But why?”
Frances looked at her indignantly.
“I wouldn’t cook for that man!” she said, severely.
“What is your objection to him, may I ask?” enquired Miss Eppendorfer, with sudden frigidity.
“I insist.”
“I’m not going to say. It has nothing to do with the case, anyway. I don’t mind—I never mind doing things for you. But ... I should think you’d know better than to ask me to cook for your guests. I’m supposed to be your secretary, Miss Eppendorfer, not your servant.”