"You are stopping here, Miss Branwin?"
"Mind your own business, Eddy!" snapped Madame Coralie, shortly. "You have nothing to do with my customers. Miss Branwin is stopping here for treatment, so say no more about it. Take that letter to Sir Joseph Branwin at once."
Audrey started, and looked at her aunt. "To my father?"
"Yes," said Madame Coralie, arranging her yashmak. "I have written to Sir Joseph asking him to send your boxes here, as your treatment will take some time."
"But will my father send my boxes?" asked Audrey, nervously.
Madame Coralie gave her a warning glance, as Eddy's cherubic face was alive with curiosity. "Of course he will, Miss Branwin," said the proprietress of the Pink Shop, easily. "He knows that ladies cannot do without at least a dozen frocks. Never fear," she nodded encouragingly, "I shall send you back to Camden Hill as plump as a partridge."
"If I may be permitted a remark," said Eddy, impudently, "Miss Branwin does not require figure treatment. She is--perfection," and he grinned.
"Eddy, you can go," said Madame Coralie, quietly, and pointed imperatively to the door. "Lose no time."
"Au revoir, Miss Branwin," said the rogue, and walked out of the still-room as delicately as Agag before his execution.
"What a horrid man!" said Audrey, involuntarily, then coloured when aware of her remark. "I beg your pardon, Aunt Flora, I forgot he is your husband."