"Slightly. The first thing I saw was a white cat staring at me from the top of a trunk."
She laughed, arranging the covers with deft touch.
"And what next did you see?"
"Garments," he explained briefly.
"Oh! Yes, of course."
"Also a silk-flowered slipper with a very high heel on the threshold."
"Mine," she said. "You see, in the days of our affluence, I used to have a maid. I forget, and throw things about sometimes."
"You've a maid now, haven't you?"
"Oh, just a combination cook and waitress until we can find employment. She's horridly expensive, too, but it can't be helped, because it would create an unfavorable impression if Silvie or I answered the door bell."
"You're quite right," he said; "people have a curious aversion to employing those who really need it. Prosperity never lacks employment. It's odd, isn't it?"