But at last the door opened and Julie Le Breton's light step approached.
"May I read to you?" she said, gently.
Lady Henry coldly commanded the Observer and her knitting.
She had no sooner, however, begun to knit than her very acute sense of touch noticed something wrong with the wool she was using.
"This is not the wool I ordered," she said, fingering it carefully. "You remember, I gave you a message about it on Thursday? What did they say about it at Winton's?"
Julie laid down the newspaper and looked in perplexity at the ball of wool.
"I remember you gave me a message," she faltered.
"Well, what did they say?"
"I suppose that was all they had."
Something in the tone struck Lady Henry's quick ears. She raised a suspicious face.