During the few seconds of waiting, she surveyed the room. It was extraordinarily familiar. Nothing was altered from her childish days. The very position of the furniture was the same. There were the same heavy brocaded curtains to the windows, the same morocco-covered chairs, the same thick Aubusson carpet, the same book-cases lined with rather fusty books, the same great dogs in the fireplace.
Nicholas looked at her, observing her survey.
“Well?” he queried.
“It’s all so exactly the same,” responded Trix.
“I never cared for change,” said Nicholas shortly.
And then the door opened.
“Jessop,” said Nicholas smooth-voiced, “Will you kindly bring tea for me and this young lady.”
A flicker, a very faint flicker of amazement passed over the man’s face.
“Yes, sir,” he responded, and turned from the room.
“An excellent servant,” remarked Nicholas.