Staff stood up, thrust his hands into his pockets and champed the stem of his pipe—scowling.
“It is a bit odd, sir, isn’t it?—having this sent to you like this and you knowing nothing at all about it!”
Staff said something indistinguishable because of the obstructing pipe-stem.
“It’s perfectly beautiful, sir—a won’erful hat, really.”
“The devil fly away with it!”
“Beg pardon, sir?”
“I said, I’m simply crazy about it, myself.”
“Oh, did you, sir?”
“Please put it back and tie it up.”
“Yessir.” Reluctantly Milly restored the creation to its tissue-paper nest. “And what would you wish me to do with it now, sir?” she resumed when at length the ravishing vision was hidden away.