Manchurian Books

Our little general servant tapped at the door--Marion always liked the
servant to tap--and appeared.
"Tea, M'm," she said--and vanished, leaving the door open.
"I will go upstairs," said I, and stopped. "I will go upstairs" I
repeated, "and put my bag in the spare room."
We remained motionless and silent for a few seconds.
"Mother is having tea with us to-day," Marion remarked at last, and
dropped the worried end of ball-fringe and stood up slowly....
And so, with this immense discussion of our changed relations hanging
over us, we presently had tea with the unsuspecting Mrs. Ramboat and
the spaniel. Mrs. Ramboat was too well trained in her position to remark
upon our somber preoccupation. She kept a thin trickle of talk going,
and told us, I remember, that Mr. Ramboat was "troubled" about his
cannas.
"They don't come up and they won't come up. He's been round and had an
explanation with the man who sold him the bulbs--and he's very heated
and upset."
The spaniel was a great bore, begging and doing small tricks first at
one and then at the other of us.


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