His sister fell into an attitude of attention, with one thin finger pressed into her yellow cheek.
“Er-rum,” said Sir Hampton. “Punctuality, Lady Rea, is a necessity in an establishment like ours, and—”
“Now don’t be so particular, Hampy,” said her ladyship, watching the boiling water run into the teapot. “It’s like having crumbs in bed with you. Ring the bell, Matty.”
“But, my dear,” began Sir Hampton, pompously, “with people in our position—”
The door opened and Edward appeared.
“Tell cook to poach the eggs and grill the cold turkey, Edward.”
“Yes, my lady.”
“And where are the young—oh, dear me! bring a cloth; there’s that stupid teapot running over again.”
“Turn off the water, dear,” said Miss Matilda, with the suffering look of one who had been longing to make the tea herself.
“Oh yes, of course!” said her ladyship. “Quick, Edward, bring a cloth and sop up this mess.”