Shayne grinned. “Just say a gentleman on business.”
“Mrs. Mattson is having her breakfast and might not want to see you,” the maid told him.
“She’ll see me,” Shayne grated. “It’s important.”
The maid hesitated a moment, then went back through the room, disappearing from sight when she turned to the right after passing through an archway.
She left the door open.
Shayne opened the screen and went in, found a deep chair to his liking, and sat down. He yawned, and settled himself to wait.
He heard the maid’s bright voice say, “There’s a gentleman to see you, Madame.”
“Here, take the tray away, Marie,” Olivia Mattson said. “Do I look all right?”
“Madame looks lovely,” Marie assured her mistress gravely. “The blue is the most becoming of your hostess gowns.”
“It’s Frank. The dear boy has come to apologize. Show him in, Marie.”