The last suggestion amused Cyril amazingly he and conscience had not a great deal to do with each other. He was politely telling Miss Benyon that those notions were good enough for old maids, when Nancy appeared with the several sorts of jam demanded. Cyril drew his chair to the table, and Nancy went down.
"Ring the bell, Rosa," said Cyril, before the girl could well have reached the kitchen. "I can't see one sort from another; we must have candles."
"Ring it yourself," retorted Rosa.
"George, ring the bell," commanded Cyril.
George obeyed. He was under Cyril in the college school, and accustomed to obey him.
"You might have told Nancy when she was here," remarked Miss Benyon to Cyril. "It would have saved her a journey."
"And if it would?" asked Cyril. "What were servants' legs made for, but to be used?"
Nancy received the order for the candles, and brought them up. It was to be hoped her legs were made to be used, for scarcely had Cyril begun to enjoy his black currant jam when they were heard coming up the stairs again.
"Master Cyril, Mr. Markham wants to see you."
Cyril and the rest exchanged looks. "Did you say I was at home?"