you can't imagine! There's one good thing. He will have to come
back for next week's rents. Not that I'm sorry he's gone. It gives me a
chance, you see. By the time he returns I shall have my servants in."
"Do tell me what servants you're going to have?"
"Well, I went to that agency at Oldcastle. I've got a German butler. He
speaks four languages, and has beautiful eyes."
"A German butler!"
If it had been a German prince Sarah could not have been more startled
nor more delighted.
"Yes, and a cook, and two other maids; and a gardener and a boy. I shall
keep Georgiana as my own maid."
"My child, you're going it!"
"My child, I came here to go it."
"And--and Mr. Ollerenshaw is really pleased?"
Helen laughed. "Uncle never goes into raptures, you know. But I hope he
will be pleased. The fact is, he doesn't know anything about these new
servants yet. He'll find them installed when he returns. It will be a
little treat for him. My piano came this morning. Care to try it?"
"Rather!" said Sarah. "Well, I never saw anything like it!" This was in
reference to her first glimpse of the great drawing-room. "How you've
improved it, you dear thing!"
"You see, I have my own cheque-book; it saves worry."
"I see!" said Sarah, meaningly, putting her purse on the piano, her
umbrella on a chair, and herself on the music-stool.
"Shall we have tea?" Helen suggested, after Sarah had performed on the
Bechstein.
"Yes. Let me help you, do, dearest."
They wandered off to the kitchens, and while they were seated at the
kitchen-table, sipping tea, side by side, Sarah said:
"Now if you want an idea, I've got a really good one for you."
"For me? What sort of an idea?"
"I'll tell you. You know Mrs. Wiltshire is dead."
"I don't. I didn't even know there was a Mrs. Wiltshire."
"Well, there was, and there isn't any longer. Mrs. Wiltshire was the
main social prop of the old rector. And the annual concert of the St.
Luke's Guild has always been held at her house, down at Shawport, you
know. Awfully poky! But it was the custom since the Flood, and no one
ever dared to hint at a change. Now the concert was to have been next
week but one, and she's just gone and died, and the rector is wondering
where he can hold it. I met him this morning. Why don't you let him hold
it here? That would be a splendid way of opening your house--Hall, I beg
its pardon. And you could introduce the beautiful eyes of your German
butler to
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