"I will look after its decoration," put in Jean, quietly.
Mrs. Van Ostade's dusky skin shadowed with the dull red which marked her infrequent flush.
"It must be in harmony with the other rooms," she said sharply. "At times it will be necessary to throw everything open."
"Of course."
"And it should be done immediately. In fact, Mr. Satterlee promised to look in at the studio about it at five o'clock to-day."
Jean was staggered, but she could not hesitate.
"I will meet Mr. Satterlee," she answered.
Julie's thin lips parted in a travesty of a smile.
"You are sure it would be agreeable?" she asked.
Atwood lifted his eyes at her tone.