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A vague comprehension of the understanding the upper servants
of a household acquire as to the inner life of the family stirred in
him; how much they knew and concealed under their impassive service.
When Natalie came down the staircase a few minutes later she was
swathed in her chinchilla evening wrap, and she watched his face,
after her custom when she expected to annoy him, with the furtive
look that he had grown to associate with some unpleasantness.
"I hate dressing for a ball at this hour," she said, rather
breathlessly. "I don't feel half-dressed by midnight."
Madeleine, in street costume, was behind her with a great box.
"She has something for my hair," she explained. Her tone was
nervous, but he was entirely unsuspicious.
"You don't mind if I don't go on to Page's, do you? I'm rather
tired, and I ought to stay at the club as late as I can."
"Of course not. I shall probably pick up some people, anyhow.
Everybody is going on."
In the car she chattered feverishly and he listened, lapsing into
one of the silences which her talkative spells always enforced.


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