She shook her head slowly, smiling, from side to side.
"Don' know, don' know, don' know!" she babbled. "What did you get?"
He took no notice of the question.
"And your husband?" he said.
"Lewis is with Sir Colvin. May be anywhere. Probably messing up my room. They're preparing for the Durbar," she drawled with soft malice.
His preoccupation paid no heed to it; and she went on:
"It's wonderful the hours we do things at here. Just decent breakfast-time and we've had half a day. When did your Majesty breakfast?" she asked.
"Some time yesterday," he said indifferently. "Has Gale written?"
But she was on her feet at once.
"Oh, I say!" she cried. "How horrid of you not to tell me!"