Agatha repeated the words. Lady Selina went on in a tone significantly incisive:
“This letter must be typed, copied, and posted without fail to-night.”
“Certainly, my lady.”
Lady Selina sat very upright, but quite unaware that she was frowning. Perhaps Agatha divined that she was oppressed by the weight of her responsibilities.
“John Gridley:—After what happened this afternoon my mind is made up—the Extons must go——”
Agatha dropped her notebook. Lady Selina started, much discomposed. Agatha said deprecatingly:
“I beg pardon, my lady.”
Lady Selina drew a swift inference.
“I had forgotten. The Extons are friends of yours, eh?”
“Yes, my lady.”