'Hm!' said Madame, and raised the paper.
An electric bell rang.
Cicely came back into the room; stood by a large bowl of roses; considered them.
The butler passed through the wide hall. A voice sounded in the distance. The butler appeared.
'Mr Henry Calverly calling,' he said.
Madame Watt raised her head so abruptly that her glasses fell, brought up with a jerk at the end of a thin gold chain, and swung there.
Cicely stood motionless by the roses.
The Senator glanced up, then shifted his cigar and resumed his study of the financial page.
'You will hardly——' began Madame.
'Show him into the drawing-room,' said Cicely with dignity.