"Well, I see you've arrived all right, Francis," I observed.
He again inclined his head.
"Yes, sir. I came round with Mr. Seagrave about three o'clock. He gave the cook your card, sir."
"Have you seen Milford?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. I had a short conversation with him."
"How is he?"
"He seems a little better, sir. He was anxious to go through the work with me, but I thought it best not to allow him to talk too much. I think I can manage quite satisfactorily, with what the cook has told me."
I nodded. "Quite right," I said. "There is really nothing to discuss. I only want you to look after me and carry out the ordinary duties of a butler. I'll tell you anything you want to know, if you come and ask."
He bowed a third time. "Yes, sir—thank you, sir."
"Well, I'm going to bed now," I said. "I shan't want anything else, except some hot water. You can call me at the usual time—eight o'clock."