The disappointed woman could think of nothing to follow this occurrence, no future after it. She felt deserted and very miserable.
The waitress who answered the bell her mistress rang appeared now to be superfluous—the extravagance this splurge represented occurred to Gertrude for the first time. What was the good of the servants after Mrs. Bellamy had been and gone! Since Mrs. Bellamy would never come again, Eliza might just as well be there with her blowzy hair, her blue apron and her kind, smiling face. Gertrude felt a homesickness for her as excitement died out of her limited sky.
Katy’s manner was less flaunting and insolent than usual. Mrs. Bellamy in her handsome clothes and the automobile had impressed her.
“When did the lady come?”
“About half an hour ago.”
“Was there anyone else?”
Mrs. Warrener would not let herself think just who there might have been.
“There was only a little girl in the motor car.”
“She didn’t leave any message?”
“No, ma’am.”