She passed by him and ascended the big staircase. He heard her go into the drawing-room and shut the door.
When, a few minutes later, he brought in the tea, she was standing by the fire. She had taken off her big hat and laid it on a table.
“I shall want nothing more. Good night.”
“Good night, my lady.”
He went towards the door. When he was just going out he heard her say, “Murgatroyd!” and turned.
“My lady!”
“Please let Cecile know I shan’t want her to-night. She is not to sit up for me. I’ll manage for myself.”
“Yes, my lady.”
“Make it quite understood, please.”
“Certainly, my lady.”