"It would be just as well as to keep this from Mrs. Wrandall and Vivian," she said meaningly.
"You are right, Sara. It would distress them beyond words."
She smiled faintly. "May I enquire whether Mr. Smith is to report to you or to Mrs. Wrandall?"
He flushed. "My wife—er—made the arrangements with him, Sara," he said, but added quickly: "With my sanction, of course. He reports to me. As a matter of fact, now that I think of it, he advised me to say nothing to my wife until he had talked with me."
"Inasmuch as he has already talked it over with me, through counsel, I don't see any reason why we should betray his gentle confidence, do you?"
"I—I suppose not," said he uncomfortably.
"Then, bring him here at eleven, Mr. Wrandall," said she serenely. "He has already paved the way. I imagine he expects to find me at home. Put the things here, Watson."
Watson had appeared with the tray. It being a very hot day, he did not bring tea.