"Yes, mademoiselle," demurely. Then, as if the information might bear upon the question of the toilet, "Does mademoiselle know that Monsieur Davlin left an hour ago?"
"Certainly, Céline, but I expect a visitor. He may arrive at any time to-day, and you must do your very best with my toilet."
"Mademoiselle est charmante; slight need of Céline's poor aid," cooed the little hypocrite, and the toilet proceeded.
At length, the resources of art having been exhausted, Miss Arthur stood up, and approved of Céline's handiwork.
"I really do look nicely, Céline; you have done well, very. Now go send me a pot of chocolate and a bit of toast."
"Yes, mademoiselle."
"And a bit of chicken, or a bird's wing."
"Oui."
"And a French roll, Céline, with perhaps an omelette."
"Pardonne, mademoiselle, but might I suggest we must not forget this," touching Miss Arthur's tightly laced waist.