"All of which I can manage," said Nell. "He has coffee after it, doesn't he?"
"And who'll answer the door, miss?"
"Any of us. Now go and get ready, Sarah."
After clearing away Herr Schmidt's breakfast Sarah took her departure with many injunctions: "Leave the dirty plates and things for me, miss, and would you please tell the baker to shut the gate after 'im, as mistress do object so to it being left open, and 'e always forgets—"
She went at last, joyful but full of anxiety.
Denis had gone off to the bank.
"Now," said Nell, "I'm going to concoct a dream of a lunch! Chicken—oysters—jellies—such sweets! And we'll get hold of Ted, somehow—he must be here!"
He was there. They had the luncheon in the kitchen. "It saves carrying things into the dining room," said Nell, but it was more for the fun of it than anything else. It was a very successful lunch, and the cook received quite an ovation. When the meal was over, she observed:—
"I do hate to give a person a holiday and then make her do her work when she comes home."
Ted looked at her inquiringly.