"It's what they're paid for. Be off with you," snorted the servant.
"There he is!" cried the girl who had been leaning out of the window.
"Motor and all?" asked Mavis.
"Eh! Oh, he hasn't brought the motor; we'll 'ave to take a 'an'som. Good-bye for the present. My name's Impett—Rose Impett."
"Mine's Keeves," said Mavis, thinking she may as well be agreeable to those she had to live with. She then went to her boxes and saw that the odd-looking servant had uncorded them.
"Thank you," said Mavis.
"I dessay it's more than you deserve," remarked the servant.
"I daresay," assented Mavis.
"Let's have a look at you."
"What?"