"She fries them, dear."
"I know she does," said Kent. "A woman who'd fry a steak would do a murder. Well, we shall have to give her a month's wages instead of notice—it's an iniquitous law! But what about Nurse?"
"Perhaps," said Cynthia nervously, "if you were to mention it to her, darling, if you don't I mind——"
"Of course I don't mind," he answered, but without alacrity. "What an idea! Tell Ann to send her down."
She entered presently, an important young person in a stiff white frock; and he played with the newspaper, trying to feel that he had grown quite accustomed to seeing an important young person in his service.
"You wished to speak to me, madam, but baby will be waking directly——"
"I shan't keep you a moment," said Kent. "Er—your mistress and I are going to Paris; we shall be there some time. I suppose it's all the same to you where you live? We want you to be ready by Thursday, Nurse."
"To Paris?" said Nurse, with cold amazement, and a pause that said even more.
Cynthia became engrossed by a bowl of flowers, and Kent felt that, after all, Paris was a long way off.
"I suppose it's all the same to you where you live?" he said again, though he no longer supposed anything of the sort. "And there are three days for you to pack in, you know—three nice full days."