“Yes, Mama,” said Harriet unhappily.
Chapter V
The Duke, returning to Sale House, spent an unprofitable half-hour, trying to draft an advertisement for the Gazette. He gave it up finally, exclaiming aloud: “It seems I need a private secretary besides all the rest!”
The door into the library opened. “Your Grace called?” said his footman.
The Duke stared at him in gathering wrath. “Were you standing outside the door?” he demanded.
The man looked quite scared. “Yes, your Grace!”
“Then don’t do it!”
“No, your Grace! I beg your Grace’s pardon! I thought your Grace had called!”
“I did not!”
“No, your Grace!” said the footman, much discomposed, and preparing to bowhimself out again.