“Very well.”
She rose hurriedly, almost over-turning her chair. Her hands shook. She caught sight of a terrified face in the mirror.
“This won’t do!” she thought angrily. She rang. Ah Sing returned.
“Bring me a glass of champagne,” she said.
“Allight.”
She closed the door upon him, then opened it quickly. “Ah Sing!” she called.
The Chinaman returned.
“Light a lamp in the drawing-room and ask Mr. Clive to go there.”
“Allight.”
She stood leaning against the door, her hand pressed hard against her chin, her eyes staring angrily at her reflection in a long Psyche mirror.