“The girls, too—all of them. Fix the tea—wait—I’ll ask them in myself.”
Accustomed as she was to his change of moods, this inconsistency amazed her. However, she said nothing, and busied herself at the tea-table. At the door he stopped and came back.
“You don’t mind, do you?” he said tentatively.
“I? Mind what?”
“The others coming in—perhaps you’d rather not. I thought when I spoke, you looked as though—”
“No; on the contrary, I think that’s what you ought to do. It will amuse you.”
“Yes, yes; that’s what I want.”
He nodded, and went to the next studio, where he knocked.
“Who the devil is that?” cried the angry voice of King O’Leary.