“Kate! Kate! Kate! Kate!”
She listened.
“Have the chintz curtains in the white room folded,” she could hear her say, “and remember what I said about the carpet....”
Dear soul!
Miss Sinquier sniffed.
Was it a tear.
Dear soul! Dear souls...!
“Never mind,” she murmured, “they shall have sofas in their box on the night of my début....”
She consoled herself with the thought.