“Do you suppose there’s a bell somewhere?” he asked, fretfully.
“What a question! Did you ever see a bell in a Japanese house?”
“The hotels all have them,” he answered.
“This is not a hotel.”
Lorrimer winced at her retorts. He said, a trifle apologetically:
“You see, my dear, the woman said she was dressing, or something like that.”
“Then we may as well go back to Mr. Blount’s. These Japanese women are inordinately vain, and spend hours in dressing.”
“My daughter is not Japanese,” said her husband, mildly.
The woman pursed her lips.
“I wonder what you really expect to see, Dick?” she said, looking at him curiously. “You’re all unstrung.”