'Yes,' said Wemyss. 'I like the way you treat books.'
She put it back on its shelf. 'I went to sleep, and it fell down,' she said. 'Everard,' she went on quickly, 'I must go and get a handkerchief. I'll join you in the library.'
'I'm not going into the library. I'm going to have tea here. Why should I have tea in the library?'
'I only thought as it was there——'
'I suppose I can have tea where I like in my own house?'
'But of course. Well, then, I'll go and get a handkerchief and come back here.'
'You can do that some other time. Don't be so restless.'
'But I—I want a handkerchief this minute,' said Lucy.
'Nonsense; here, have mine,' said Wemyss; and anyhow it was too late to escape, for there in the door stood Chesterton.
She was the parlourmaid. Her name has not till now been mentioned. It was Chesterton.