She did not move.
I closed my eyes.
"I do not require anything at present, thank you," I repeated.
There was no movement, and I opened my eyes. The Help was still staring at me unflinchingly—not a flicker of an eyelid, not a movement of a muscle.
I felt I was going to scream.
"Don't you think,—perhaps, it would be advisable—will you be so good as to see to the potatoes?"
I clasped and unclasped my hands feverishly.
"What pertaters?"
"Oh—er—the potatoes we are going to eat."
"We're not goin' to eat no pertaters. 'Melia never told me. There's to be tea, coffee, jelly, and champagne."