There was a clatter of the old French knocker. Burnett dropped his paint tubes and cigarette and opened the door.
“Am I late?” laughed Miss Darrow.
“You couldn’t come too early,” said Burnett. But he dubiously eyed the French maid who had entered bearing a huge portmanteau.
“I was so afraid to keep you waiting. You’re not very angry?”
“I’m sure I’ve been here since dawn,” he replied.
“Then let’s not waste any time. Oh, isn’t it charming! Where shall I go?”
He pushed open the door of the dressing room.
“I think you’ll find the mirror fair,” he said. “If there’s anything——”
“How exciting! No. And I’ll be out in a jiffy.”