“Where is Jasper?” she asked abruptly.
“Miss Jasper has left, my dear young lady.”
“Then I hate you, and I don’t want you to dress me. You can go away,” said Evelyn.
“I am sorry, Miss Wynford, but her ladyship’s orders are that I am to attend to your wardrobe. Perhaps you will allow me to do your hair and put on your dress at once, as her ladyship wants me to go to her a little later.”
“You will do nothing of the kind. I will dress myself now that Jasper has gone.”
“And a good thing too, miss. Young ladies ought always to make themselves useful. The more you know, the better off you will be; that is my opinion.”
Evelyn looked full up at Read. Read had a kindly face, calm blue eyes, a firm, imperturbable sort of mouth. She wore her hair very neatly banded on each side of her head. Her dress was perfectly immaculate. There was nothing out of place; she looked, in short, like the very soul of order.
“Do you know who I am?” was Evelyn’s remark.
“Certainly I do, Miss Wynford.”
“Please tell me.”