“Parts of the house are,” answered Audrey.
“Is this part?”
“No; the hall and staircase were added about seventy years ago.”
“Is my room in the old part or the new part?”
“Your room is in what is called the medium part. It is a lovely room; you will be charmed with it.”
“I by no means know that I shall. But show it to me.”
Audrey walked a little quicker. She began to feel a curious sense of irritation, and knew that there was something about Evelyn which might under certain conditions try her temper very much. They reached the lovely blue-and-silver room, and Audrey flung open the door, expecting a cry of delight from Evelyn. But the heiress was not one to give herself away; she cast cool and critical eyes round the chamber.
“Dear, dear!” she said—“dear, dear! So this is your idea of an English bedroom!”
“It is an English bedroom; there is no idea about it,” said Audrey.
“You are cross, are you not, Audrey?” was Evelyn’s remark. “It is very trying for you my coming here. I know that, of course; Jasper has told me. I should be ignorant and quite lost were it not for Jasper, but Jasper puts me up to things. I do not think I could live without her. She has often described you—often and often. It would make you scream to listen to her. She has taken you off splendidly. Really, all things considered, you are very like what she has pictured you. I say, Audrey, would you like to come up here after your next meal, whatever you call it, and watch Jasper as she takes you off? She is the most splendid mimic in all the world. In a day or two she will be able to imitate Aunt Frances and every one in the house. Oh, it is killing to watch her and to listen to her! You would like to see yourself through Jasper’s eyes, would you not, Audrey?”