But somehow I forget to do so, until I realise--too late--the havoc she has made with my work.
I did, however, think, when Miss Griggs mounted guard over Carlotta, and Antoinette and her cat were busied with luncheon cook-pans, that my solitude was unimperilled.

I see now there is nothing for it but the tower.

And I cannot build the tower; so I am to be henceforward at the mercy of anything feline or feminine that cares to swish its tail or its skirts about my drawing-room.
I was arranging my notes, I had an illuminating inspiration concerning the life of Francois Villon and the contemporary court of Cosmo de' Medici; I was preparing to fix it in writing when the door opened and Stenson announced: "Mrs.Ordeyne and Miss Ordeyne." My Aunt Jessica and Dora came in and my inspiration went out.

It hasn't come back yet.
My aunt's apologies and Dora's draperies filled the room.

I must forgive the invasion.