The page looked up at the giant towering over him, with the envious admiration of a short boy. He replied with a discretion beyond his years: “Would you please step into the smoking-room, sir?”
“Anybody there?”
“My master, sir.”
Benjulia at once declined the invitation to the smoking-room. “Anybody else at home?” he inquired.
Miss Carmina was upstairs—the page answered. “And I think,” he added, “Mr. Null is with her.”
“Who’s Mr. Null?”
“The doctor, sir.”
Benjulia declined to disturb the doctor. He tried a third, and last question.
“Where’s Zo?”
“Here!” cried a shrill voice from the upper regions. “Who are You?”